I remember the day you offer you hand
I was fool and naive to believe in your help
I don't make trial
I don't make your reputation
Leave them take
Their own conclusions
Knife with both ends gift to you friend
Knife with both ends gift to you
I remember the day you offer you hand
I was fool and naive to believe in your hell
The same hand that pulls can push you
I don't make trial
I don't make your reputation
Leave them take
Their own conclusions
