You are not a little cheeky
to call yourself my friend!
When I was down you stood there and grinned!
No, you are not a little cheeky
to dare to promise me your last dollar!
You only want to be with those you believe will win.
You say that I betrayed you,
you know that it's a lie!
If you are hurt let me see it!
And you say you lost your faith,
you live in a dream.
Because you had no faith to lose, and you know it!
I certainly understand why
you go and talk shit about me;
I was once in the same gang as you.
But you believe that I am so stupid
that I want to be back again,
when now I once took myself out once and for all?
You see me now and then,
you say: "I hope you feel good!"
And you pile up the politeness nice and neatly.
But although you know, just like me,
that you want to dance on my grave:
Why can't you ever talk clearly?
No, I am not happy
to see how shitty you feel;
Sometimes I want to lighten your burden.
But although I know that you are discontent
with what you do and what you get
there isn't much I can do any longer.
I wish that once
you could be in my shoes,
and that I could change appearances with you.
Yes, I wish once
you could be in my shoes,
so you could see how sad it is to see you!
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