Twisted

Boy, are you twisted
Got back stabbing down to an art

Never saw the knife
But then who has?

Boy, do you hide it well
All smiles and concern

Boy, do you waste my time
But milk yours for every second its worth

Boy, do I have to put up with it
Grit my teeth and grin
Remind myself life is too short

Too short to mind you
Then why is it long enough to put up with you?

Boy, am I raving and ranting
But do you expect anything less?

Boy, are you twisted
Got back stabbing down to an art