I don't know why

I treat you like I do

when I love you 

more than life itself



I must be another 

poor bastard

with the disease

called selfishness



I'm a backstabber lady

but I don't know why

I throw these knives

I'm a backstabber lady

even though this woman tries

to change her life



I'm so pathetic

when I cry

begging for forgivness

and a one last try



and minutes after we've

worked things out

I'm back and I'm throwing

these sharp knives



I'm a backstabber lady

but I don't know why

I throw these knives

I'm a backstabber lady

even though this woman tries

to change her life