Stabbed in the back to my surprise
You pay the costs, tissue of lies
Stabbed in the back, who would have thought?
Those years of love could end up in court
Stabbed in the back I’m out of luck
Depression reigns, you don’t give a f**k
Stabbed in the back mark my decline
Tread on my pride, take what is mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved this poem alot