Real Frieds Stab You In The Front Songtext

her eyes are red with sentiment but that is not her style
it's hard to cover all that up with makeup and a smile
and as your rusty knife makes it's way between my lungs
ill chew it up and spit it out until my back is numb
because a real friend would stab you in the front
pat you on the back when they tell you it's ok
until you figured out that I knew that you had made it up
I'd bet my life on that I know it isn't much
but you're no better than that
will we ever speak again is what I ask myself