You backstabbing b*tch
there you go with my brother wanting to know him better
trail off with a bong in your hand not giving a damn about your long time friend
you know his flaws
you know the pain i\'ve suffered from his hits and my scars
he touched me in ways no one should feel
you watched John as he bruised me up and you said he\'s one horrible man
i remember the day when i told you the news about his unwanted hands
the night i realized God is no savior
you cried and took me in your home
those were the good old days when i thought you actually cared
i thought you'd understand
apparently not
so as you go off high as i kite, i'll be here singing this song explaining why i hate you
you were supposivly my friend, but i guess wrong
