If the lies don't judge you, the truth will
And if I can't love you, than who will
When your friends are jumping ship
When your crown begins to slip
And loyalties not a virtue
Who are you gonna' turn to?
When you've seem to've lost your grip
And the road begins to rip

I held your hand, is this the thanks I get
I took you in, is this the thanks I get
Half a chance, the thanks I get
A twist of plans, is this the thanks I get