Mad Caddies

When you think that you know someone
They claim to be your friend
A blackened wick is all that remains
When the verdict has been sent
With no legs left to stand on
No truth to call your own
Like a tired soldier slowly dying
The gun that fired the shot was your own
Now i see you lying in the bed you chose to make
Backstabber
Hows it feel now to live the life
I've always known was fake
Trying harder just to realize
What the hell was goin on