You did it once before, you'll do it once again

You use to be with me and you use to be my friend

Like Brutus and his knife, this is our ides

The wounds in our back was the way that we died

You made me a promise

That you would be there for me

If you do not want this

Go away let me be

So much to say for your promise and wasted time

A friendship lost and the loss was mine

If I could go back and erase time

I would hand your back the knife you buried in my back

Blood-stained hands break my thrust in you

Whenever you lie now I am through

Dying dying crawling crawling

In the grave you made for me

I have bled cause mine and your defeat

You made me a promise

That you would be there for me

If you do not want this

Go away let me be