My Friend

My Friend
I can hear you when you whisper sweet lies • I can see you through your vicious disguise
Don’t you know I’m talking to you • You speak of me behind my back • What do you think your doing • You can’t treat me like that • I’m ripping out my hair and tearing off my skin
While watching you call everyone my friend, my friend • Spreading rumors makes you feel ten feet tall • Cause you can only move up if the others fall • Don’t you know I’m talking to you
You speak of me behind my back • What do you think your doing • You can’t act like that
I’m ripping out my hair and tearing off my skin • While watching you call everyone my friend, my friend