knife to the back

Hey sweetie what's that smile on your face?
What did you do, who's past did you erase?
Why do you keep twisting my words, all I wanted was some space
This is where I fold my cards, let the defendant plead her case.

You push, you pull, just dig a little deeper.
this isn't dead yet baby but I see the reaper
so dot the i's and cross the t's
pull the trigger one, two, three.

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