Conspire. Look me in the eye, stab me in the back again.
Outside the leaves are falling down.
The trees are dying but the real cold is in here.
Ambition takes all precedance over our friendship if your fame gets in the way.
Given a reason to walk on, with my legs pulled out from under me,
and when I need you most, my closest friends are gone.

You left me standing here alone.

In hindsight while not seeming right, I turned my back on you.
The leaving brought me home, so keep trying to fill up that hole.
The happiness I have is something that you'll never know..

Strike again Casca, drive it deeper..
My friendship could never kill your ambition..
... I never really was your friend, was I?