Tekstovi: No Motiv. So What.

Well, I just thought about you
And all the things you do
How you're a friend of mine
And got stabbed in the back

Taking what belongs to you
Now you're less talkative when I'm around
And something is not right
The things you said before

Then you go out the door
Don't forget who your friends are
So now, you're either with me or against me
And now you're really showing yourself

Well, how am I supposed to think good of you?
When all you do is raise all this hell?
Right about now you can do your best
(Like all the rest)

Right now, you're rolling your eyes
And you're talking some shit
To all the friends that you're with
Well, I have no more to say

Except stay away and just leave me along
Because you don't understand one fucking thing about friends
So now you're either with me or against me
And now you're really showing yourself

Well, how am I supposed to think good of you
When all you do is raise all this hell?
So what now?