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Stab Like a Friend

  

Woke masked in confusion with a sore undercarriage

One more shame to survive, another stone in the baggage

I slowly start to rise, and begin to comprehend

The presence of this sharp bandit who stabs just like a friend


Takes some skill to figure out just what I need to hear

Guess I present no challenge to a master puppeteer

Thought you could just say sorry, and prompt my forgiving?

That only works on Jesus, and I am just a plaything


Takes years of calculation to know the tender spots

Right time and place to stick and twist, unravelling my knot

I hope that it was worth it, this farce is at an end

You’ll never get a second chance to stab me like a friend