How Do You Know?

Note: This song isn't particularly about anything or anyone. Let's just say I wasn't too happy with certain people when I wrote it. I apologise in advance for the bad language.

How Do You Know?

You two faced, nasty little jar on the shelf
Oh, don't complain. You brought this up on yourself
When you cross-b*tched and everybody found out
Now the shelf is your lonely little hideout

How do you know if you can trust your friends?
How do you know they'll stick it out to the end?
Because if he can say that sh*t to you about all of his friends
Then he can tell them the same sh*t about you

You pathetic little parasite behind the cupboard door
There is little use in ranting about yourself any more
There's nobody left who's willing to hear it
Nobody who even wants to be near it

How do you know if you can trust your friends?
How do you know they'll stick it out to the end?
'Cause if she can b*tch lies to you about all of her friends
Then she can b*tch to them the same lies about you

Couldn't you tell how everybody felt
When you started to be selfish and ruin their days?
Didn't you foresee how it would turn out to be?
With them on the moral high ground
And you in the background
Fading away...

How do you know if you can trust your friends?
How do you know they'll stick it out to the end?
Don't you know that everybody's hypocritical?
It's way to late for wishful thinking
Your ego got so big you're shrinking

You say that you can trust them
With your deepest, darkest secrets
But how do you know?
How do you know? 

The End

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