Snake in the Grass

I see you quite clearly you snake in the grass
Always in someone business and never the last
To know the latest gossip, to know every line
It’s almost like you have it set up by design
Willing your victims into a false sense of security
So you can mine for information your pleasure to see
You care not who you hurt though imperfect you are too
Not caring though and only looking at the things others do
Nitpicking at its worst when it comes to their job
Like you’re the queen or something, still acting like a snob
Come on I can see through you and know your little game
Though to call you out no, never to call it by name
What good would it do if all you do is defy
Evidence keeps stacking up and will soon be sky high
Planning it, it seems, seems to be your forte
Crashing all dreams of what the other ones say
Being offended at what’s no right to be yours
Offending all over the place yourself, I’m not counting the scores
Losing track of this is not some small task
I’ve lost count of the numbers and am too afraid to ask
Somehow I know it will bounce right back to your ears
Wondering if I couldn’t care less is my fear
There’s a reason all these rumors always stop at my head
Some things aren’t my business and better left unsaid
So as not to create rifts that can never be repaired
Can’t count the times how many feelings I’ve spared
You can’t ever be trusted to do the right thing
In the “real world” you’ll learn about what happens when you “sing”
It will be a harsh lesson in reality to be sure
I fear that this harsh lesson may be your only cure