All My Friends

Intro

Ooh, oh-oh, yeah

(ah-ah) Na-na, na-na

Verse

I folded trust into small paper planes

Launched them up, watched them fall through windowpanes

Smiles in group photos, but knives in their sleeves

They passed around my secrets like souvenirs

Phones that buzzed with stories I didn't know

Whispered like gossip fountains — (watching, watching)

I kept my hand out, thought we were a team

They slid right past me, like I was a scene

Pre-chorus

Khadija, where were you when the lights went low? (where were you)

Sireen, were you holding lines I didn't know? (were you holding)

Names in their mouths, like cards that they play

Left me on the curb while they walked away

Chorus

All my friends, stabbed my back (stabbed my back), oh-oh

All my friends, handed me out (handed me out), yeah

Khadija, Sireen — did you hand them my truth? (did you hand it?)

All my friends, turned to smoke, turned to doubt

All my friends, stabbed my back (stabbed my back), oh-oh

All my friends, turned the house (yeah), into a crowd

Khadija, Sireen — where's the love now? (where's the love?)

I pick up the pieces, I won’t bow

Verse

I replayed the moments, every joke, every toast

Found the fingerprints where loyalty ghosted

They laughed in the kitchen, poured me out like a drink

Then turned their backs in a blink

I learned to read the silence, learned to read their eyes

How a party can flip and become a disguise

I don't need their approval, don't need their crown

I learned my worth when they tried to bring me down

Pre-chorus

Khadija, did you trade my name for a smile? (for a smile)

Sireen, did you trade our nights for a mile? (for a mile)

I trusted too quick, gave too much room

They planted doubts in my room

Chorus

All my friends, stabbed my back (stabbed my back), oh-oh

All my friends, handed me out (handed me out), yeah

Khadija, Sireen — did you hand them my truth? (did you hand it?)

All my friends, turned to smoke, turned to doubt

All my friends, stabbed my back (stabbed my back), oh-oh

All my friends, turned the house (yeah), into a crowd

Khadija, Sireen — where's the love now? (where's the love?)

I pick up the pieces, I won't bow

Bridge

I won't beg for reasons, I won't beg for pain

I'll build new rooms out of my old refrain

Let them keep the mirrors that crack and lie

I'll walk out cleaner, under a clearer sky (uh-huh)

Chorus

All my friends, stabbed my back (stabbed my back), oh-oh

All my friends, handed me out (handed me out), yeah

Khadija, Sireen — did you hand them my truth? (did you hand it?)

All my friends, turned to smoke, turned to doubt

All my friends, stabbed my back (stabbed my back), oh-oh

All my friends, turned the house (yeah), into a crowd

Khadija, Sireen — where's the love now? (where's the love?)

I pick up the pieces, I won't bow

Outro

Na-na, na-na (I won't bow)

Oh-oh, yeah (I pick up the pieces)

(ah-ah) I pick up the pieces