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