Backstabbing

Stab me in the back
Come and break my neck
Yeah, trust grows slowly
But dies so fast
(Nothing ever lasts)
I know
ThereЈ— a blade for everyone
And one was made for you
ThereЈ— a blade for every hypocrite telling lies — lies
And every knife that cuts my skin
Leaves a scar on you
Every knife that cuts my skin
Leaves a scar on you — you
Tell me:
How many knives can we dig from our backs?
How many knives can we take?
WeЈ-e all hypocrites
EveryoneЈ— a fake
WeЈ-e all being cheated
EveryoneЈ— betrayed — yeah
WeЈ-e all hypocrites
EveryoneЈ— a fake
WeЈ-e all being cheated
At the end of the day
I know