Some people talk for nothing

Suddenly they find a reason to avoid the face to face

When they get to confront the people they've backstabbed

It's a kind of game to claim the knowledge of the truth

On someone else's past and come out with a bunch of lies with conviction

I don't need to tell you names

And I don't need to identify cheap shooters

Inside me it rings

So now I know that you know who I'm talkin' about

Making up stories on private lives

Is that the only way to make you feel your pain

And open your eyes on the mistakes you've made before

So now now I think we are all suffering of something

If it is the way things should go

How will we be able to trust when we need to be heard and come around

It's so easy to act but so fucking hard to live with our errors

When you keep coming again and again on my past

Trying to change or rebuild relations

Trying to forgive and find solutions

Still you're here to make me face my past

But in the end, I'm suffering again

So now, We've all suffered