talking behind my back
stretching the truth.
why cant you keep your mouth shut?
what do i have to do
to get you off my back and keep you away?,
when you don’t really listen to a thing that i say

maybe one day you’ll finally see
you can talk your shit to anyone but keep your ass away from me.

every moment in my life’s
written on a page.
making every story known
like on some fucking stage.
violent situation starting to bust
to never know again just who i can trust.