Knives don't have your back

Noone is there for you
You could be dying of thirst
And people
Would just walk right by,

Don't count on anyone
It's only you standing alone
No friends in the world,

If you reach
A pleading hand out for help
All you're going to get
Is a knife buried in your back,

It won't come out
It's in too deep, stuck there
A bright neon sign
For all to see
How gullible you really are,

That's alright though
I'm waiting, knife ready in hand
to return the favor
When you're struggling
To find solid land,

Only corpses and skeletons
Will be laughing in the end
They have learned the hard way
You can't stab someone in the back
When you need a friend.