It's funny, they say,
'Treat Others, The Way You Want to Be Treated'
I don't wanna be treated like this, ya know?
I had my so-called best friend, stab my back,
And this is what I f*ckin' get.
I tried to be your best friend,
But you pushed me away.
You wanted to be cool,
But too p*ssy to stay.
Me and you were f*ckin' buddies,
Now I'm done with the fight,
Now what do I Get? A f*ckin' bitch,
You f*cked up my life.
I woulda died for you homie,
But you left me alone.
I had your back,
And I even welcome you to my home.
But my back got stabbed, beat down and shattered
And you left me, all alone,
Like friendship didn't matter.
I woulda did anything for you,
But now i'm worthless.
And karma aint an excuse,
Couse' I'm a good person.
My dreams have been crushed,
My soul has been stabbed, by this fag,
A white, carbon copy of my dad.
I hope you get what you deserve,
In return for my pain
And learn how to burn a damn nerve on my brain
I thought I trusted you,
I even helped for your bitchin'
I hope you muther f*ckin' die
And burn in hell, in addition, you f*ckin' faggot.
I count the fallen tears,
That fall before my eyes.
Seems like a thousand years,
Since we broke the ties.]