1998 - Chet Faker/BANKS (班克斯)

I'm not the reason you're looking for redemption

You cut some strings and everything will fade away

You're tired of using physical connection

There's nothing left for you to say by the way

We used to be friends

We used to be inner circle

I don't understand

What have I become to you

Take my good word turn it backwards

Turn your back on me

Is it absurd for me to hurt

When everything else is fading

Just look at what you've done

Promised you'd scratch my back but you stabbed my back

And even if you were then your soul's be black

Because of what you said

We used to be friends we used to be friends

You think you're so inner circle we used to be inner circle

Like I don't understand I don't understand

It goes to my head head head

Take my good word turn it backwards

Turn your back on me

Is it absurd for me to hurt

When everything else is fading