Falsehoods

I'm through with you,
And everything you do.
You wanna kill my soul?
You wanna play the role?
Of a little spy,
With a hidden lie.
Wanna stab my back?
Well I'll push right back!
With a vicious cycle turning round,
You try to hide without a sound.
But I know exactly what you said,
You might as well leave me for dead.
These falsehoods gash and rip and gore.
But you know what?
I don't care anymore.