you look at me like a friend
but that's all just a show
pretend that you know me
like you owe me your opinion
and then i'm in a position
that puts me out of commission
where it all falls on me
when things don't go according to plan
let me be blunt for just a second
the sun comes from the sky,
and not from behind your mid section,
life's hard as it is
i don't need to be holding you up like a kid
grow up and quit tossing shit
it'll come back to you in the end
because, like you, karma's a bitch