You could come back crawling on your knees
Practice every sentence with, a pretty pretty please
It's nothing to put my mind at ease
So just go run back, whining to your shrink
Cause I see
Through your smoke screen
And I see, the reality
And I know, the distance that will grow
Wider than you will ever know
Yeah you've got money, you've got spine
But you don't have karma on your side
Cause all of those pretty pretty lies, that you told
They're coming to bite you before you get old
Cause I see
Through your smoke screen
And I see, the reality
And I know, the trust that has been broken
Deeper than you will ever know
Yeah I'm a little bit naive,
Where in my heart I call my sleep
Still I know a thing about deceipt
Just trying hard to not step on anybody's feet
Cause I see
Through the smoke screen
And I see, the reality
And I know, the damage that is done
When a friend turns his back on someone