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