Coathanger

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.