Have you ever been really betrayed?
Maybe have it make life painfully delayed?
Make all your ends and ties seem frayed
Just because you friend wants to get laid?
Makes you wonder if your friendship's really there.
Making you wonder if all in all, you really care.
After all if their to betray you now
at least it's not an unanswered question of who, what or how.
Maybe it's just a knife in the back
or maybe jumping your woman in the sack
but no matter when or how, they act has been done
and you think it's evil, while they think it's fun.
Who cares about anyone but me?
Who cares to look around and really see?
Who wants love in their hands but not around?
Who thinks betrayal comes without a sound
You see it before you like your dinner plate
and then you look back after it's way too late.
You wander around and think of times spent
and how this note of recognition you just sent.
Since you think it's all cut and dry
and that people don't believe in not getting high.
That you can see it in her eyes.
Well my friend, you're in for one hell of a surprise.
Little Mr. benignantly naive, Mr. doltishly Dumb.
Ms. shocked by the world, Little Ms. Insensitively Numb.
Who care if you knew or not?
It's just the stain or spot
on your tarnished ego's lot.
So why do you even bother to look at me now?
Like I give a fuck who, when or how?
You're not my life, You aren't my friend.
You're not someone who's going to be around till the end.
You're just a face in a crowd that I don't even see.
You're someone who doesn't mean anything to me.

You're the thorn in my side to have you around
because it's all in the betrayal and that silent last sound.
Like I care if you're sad or blue?
Like I care if you did or even knew?
Like I'm the one who has to pay for you be free.
Shit, Freedom? take a look at me.
I'm not free, I pay everyday.
I pay to you liar and cheats in everywhere.
Either you scam me out of money, time or love
or you scam me out of bullshit with your verbal shove.
Like I really want to be apart of your bullshit lie
when you lie to me while looking me in the eye.
Man, fuck you and your so sorry ass.
Sitting around getting strung out on grass.
Like I'm here to pay you back for societies plan.
since you're the beggar and I'm the man.
I work my sixty hours a week
not just to hear you speak
about your problems and need and the shit untold
and you sit around and give that bullshit to be sold.
So I'll give you some change to make you go away
But fuck that shit, I've got something to say.
How about a job, Mr. Hold up a sign
Or is that a little too fine of a straight line?

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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