Today's incident makes me want to paint my face black.
Can you imagine your own best friend stabbed you from behind
And you are so helpless to fight back all his insults?
I was stupid when I revealed everything to you
When you're supposed to keep your mouth shut for my stories.
Now see it for yourself that my secrets are now everybody's business.
I'd rather paint my face black and pretend like nothing happened
But can it last forever? Would I be coward for not striking back
Or would I be praised for my act of maturity?
Damn you my big, bad back-stabber!
Just pray that God will let you rest in peace later
Because you know your wrongdoings are going to haunt you forever.