| You got a lotta nerve | |
| To say you are my friend | |
| When I was down | |
| You just stood there grinning | |
| You got a lotta nerve | |
| To say you gota helping hand to lend | |
| You just want to be on | |
| The side that's winning | |
| You say I let you down | |
| You know it's not like that | |
| If you're so hurt | |
| Why then don't you show it | |
| You say you lost your faith | |
| But that's not where it's at | |
| You had no faith to lose | |
| And you know it | |
| I know the reason | |
| That you talk behind my back | |
| I used to be among the crowd | |
| You're in with | |
| Do you take me for such a fool | |
| To think I'd make contact | |
| With the one who tries to hide | |
| What he don't know to begin with | |
| You see me on the street | |
| You always act surprised | |
| You say, \"How are you?\" \"Good luck\" | |
| But you don't mean it | |
| When you know as well as me | |
| You'd rather see me paralyzed | |
| Why don't you just come out once | |
| And scream it | |
| No, I do not feel that good | |
| When I see the heartbreaks you embrace | |
| If I was a master thief | |
| Perhaps I'd rob them | |
| And now I know you're dissatisfied | |
| With your position and your place | |
| Don't you understand | |
| It's not my problem | |
| I wish that for just one time | |
| You could stand inside my shoes | |
| And just for that one moment | |
| I could be you | |
| Yes, I wish that for just one time | |
| You could stand inside my shoes | |
| You'd know what a drag it is | |
| To see you |