I hear there's lies being told.
I'm hesitant, like I'm walking on tacks.
Living like this is getting old.
My best friends knife in my back.
Why is she talking about me?
Did I break some kind of trust?
I just can't seem to see,
Why she's making such a fuss.
I didn't do anything wrong.
I'm faithful can't she see.
I've been by her side all along.
So why is she talking about me?
I get horrific stares all day.
Then snickers when I look confused.
I don't know what she says.
But I know it's gotta be cruel.
Why is she talking about me?
Did I break some kind of trust?
I just can't seem to see,
Why she's making such a fuss.
I didn't do anything wrong.
I'm faithful can't she see.
I've been by her side all along.
So why is she talking about me?