You could come back crawling on your knees Practice every sentence with, a pretty pretty please It's nothing to put my mind at ease So just go run back, whining to your shrink Cause I see Through your smoke screen And I see, the reality And I know, the distance that will grow Wider than you will ever know Yeah you've got money, you've got spine But you don't have karma on your side Cause all of those pretty pretty lies, that you told They're coming to bite you before you get old Cause I see Through your smoke screen And I see, the reality And I know, the trust that has been broken Deeper than you will ever know Yeah I'm a little bit naive, Where in my heart I call my sleep Still I know a thing about deceipt Just trying hard to not step on anybody's feet Cause I see Through the smoke screen And I see, the reality And I know, the damage that is done When a friend turns his back on someone