Ensnared

Knives between the shoulder blades
i've stabbed you in the back
cold is the heart of girl betrayed
though your grin misleads the fact

you never *really* hug me
i never *really* cared
for you are used, as am i
intentions are ensared

knives between the shoulder blades
you've stabbed me in the back
cunning are the minds of enemy friends
and our scowls approve the fact