Backstabbing?
What does that mean?
My back hurts
That's where the knife must be
My friends all say
“I'll be there for you.”
Although I know
That it just isn't true
So many words
Cause so much pain
So many excuses
Most of them lame
Yelling and crying and mascara running
All of our lies so sly and so cunning
Dodging each other
In the mall and the hall
When asked a question
We all just stall
Is the friendship?
Does it look like I'm asking you?
I just want a friend
That's not out to hurt me
And will always be true.
