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Backstaber
Through and through it cuts my skin
As the blood flows slowly down
The knife that u stuck in my back
Is so far in, I can't take it out.
The knifes thin little blade
That you left for me
Is no longer there, it healed up
And that part of you in my soul
Has been set free.
The enemy I once called a friend
Is in the crying that I seek
For you stuck a knife in my back
And there's nothing left to do
Nothing not even wheep.
