Karma's Bite

Where do you get off,

Calling yourself my friend--my best friend

When I can clearly smell the lust in your eyes

For something that is not yours?

Where do you get off,

Shamelessly spouting out crude phrases

With the hopes to seduce what you know you could never pull off?

You know damn well you've bitten off more than you can chew.

You know if you pulled a stunt like that in person,

You'd get slapped and cuffed for,

You poor excuse for an acquaintance.

Don't look at me and cry out,

"I am sorry. It was the loneliness that drove me to it,

I swear, man, it'll never happen again."

Never say never, you gaudy bastard.

You've said it all before, and you sound like a broken record.

Every line you fabricate is just a compilation of bullshit from the past.

Why don't you sing a new song for once?

The more and more I think about it,

The more frustrated and aggravated I get with you.

You really are more like me than I thought.

I wish I could go back,

I wish I could tell my best friend how sorry I am,

Seeing now how much it hurts,

And how much I want to punch you.

I want to apologize for the pain and the shit I made him go through,

But despite that feeling, I don't regret it.


Don't you dare try and tell me that I'm no different,

Because though you've sunk low,

You know better than to spew bullshit.

Vous êtes un salaud de merde,

Et un pauvre excuse comme un ami.

I hope you fuck up just like I did,

And I hope karma bites you in the ass.