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