Friend or foe?
A traitor you don't know
True colors that never show
Is he a friend or foe?

I thought he was different,
Like a new discovered scent.
Believing I really can't,
I really thought he was different.

Who to believe,
Who to trust?
Shouldn't deceive,
But what is must?

What kind of world would I live in
If I betrayed my friends
In little increments
In between their love affairs
With words jarring
With statements to impress
What desire could be lost
Knowing the inevitable cost
Could be their happiness
For my own
With them on sorrowful knee
And myself sitting on my throne