those people who know where it hurts you
they know where to hit, and hit hard too
a jab to the throat, a slap to the face
take you down, and do it with grace
know all your haunts, they know where you hide
tear you up, and do it with pride
fight with a smile, lie with a grin
never back down, they won't let you win
"you know you love me," a good excuse
silently snapping under smiling abuse
that's called a friend, the very best
they rip you apart better than the rest
