I don't know why I treat you like I do When I love you More than life itself I must be another Poor bastard With the disease Called selfishness I'm a backstabber lady But I don't know why I throw these knives I'm a backstabber lady Even though this woman tries To change her life I'm so pathetic When I cry Begging for forgivness And a one last try And minutes after we've Worked things out I'm back and I'm throwing These sharp knives I'm a backstabber lady But I don't know why I throw these knives I'm a backstabber lady Even though this woman tries To change her life