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