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
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