1998

I'm not the reason you're looking for redemption

You cut some strings and everything will fade away

You're tried to use physical connection

There's nothing left for you to say, by the way

We used to be friends

We used to be in a circle

I don't understand

What have I become to you?

Take my good word, turn it backwards

Turn your back on me

Is it absurd for me to hurt

When everything else is fading?

Just look at what you've done

Promised you'd scratch my back but you stabbed my back

And even if you wanna then your soul'd be black

Because of what you said

We used to be friends (we used to be friends)

You think you're so innocent (we used to be inner circle)

Like I don't understand (I don't understand)

It goes to my head, head

Take my good word, turn it backwards

Turn your back on me

Is it absurd for me to hurt

When everything else is fading?

• Artist:Banks