Back Stabber

Written by: Jimmy Anderson

I can't help but laugh, because you thought you could get over.
You followed me down the path through the garden of the four leaf clover.

You kept a bag of tricks, and hid your true feelings well.
I raised my crucifix, and rebuked you back to hell!

See, I keep my enemies close, and I don't expose my hand.
Just like a wilted rose, I avoided you through our desolate land.

You kept up at a steady pace, and I allowed you to slowly follow.
I recognized the mask on your face, and the taste of defeat, I refused to swallow!

I should've expected, when you watched every move I made.
My goals were unaffected, I just dusted myself off, and put on a band-aid!

It is you who looks back at the situation, seeing the friendship you lost.
Your treachery is an abomination, and your back stabbing came at a helluva cost!

Ears are for hearing, I heard you whispering to a friend or two.
I emerged from the clearing, and I never imagined the back stabber was you!!!