I Cant Reach the Knife In My Back, So I Cant Roll Over While Sleeping-

Can you turn Around and tell Lies with your eyes And fibs with your face Because it hurts To see your smile Develop, superimposed And not visible to the naked eye. It hurts to see your childish “He hit me first!” mentality suddenly slip between the planes of maturity and loyalty. And it hurts too much to take this lying down, ‘cause the knife in my back really hurts when I try and roll over. Thanks for the lesson, I soaked up your soul with a sponge, to be wrung out the next time trust tells me a new story.