Perhaps I was stabbed in the back
By people who made me to change my tack...
A fantasy it was, that people do care
They only know how to judge, not to hear!
Ah! This sweet tongues with a bitter heart
They betray and leave a scar on their part...
Always taunt you on a titchy glitch
About you, they just need reason to bitch!
Full of malice, every kith and kin
Never stop you from doing any sin...
Wise men have told it right
That people deceive you in every fight!