Come on life, I mean, give me a little more Behind my back, that singer is stabbing And what gives here? My karma is begging What is it I did to deserve this? It’s scratching and without words I’m blinking out the madness that surges into my throat When I think of what she wrote to you right after I went and I told her how much I loved you And how afraid I was for us Cause one key opens my front door The same key opens my back door No space or time is ever going to work here When all I see you say is that you think it’s going to get better Well I don’t think that it is, right now it’s just tough But you have to live away from what was us With false regard for my well-being All that time behind my back Sneaking around with somebody I though was my friend Just come on life, I mean, give me a little more Behind my back, that singer is stabbing Everybody be on the lookout because there is a singer And she is out here and she is stabbing Yeah, yeah, yeah