Lyrics
It's a greedy road you're taking
Why can't you see the dead end street
How I wish your blind eyes would open
It's a needy friend you're trading
For a pocket of cash that you can't eat
How can you kiss me with such lies unspoken
So I grieve, so much grief
Don't do this
Don't Judas me
Don't do this to me
It's an ugly scene you're making
Why did you have to be a creep
No more of this, now your eyes have woken
So I grieve, so much grief
Don't do this
Don't Judas me
Don't do this to me
grieve, grief
Don't do this to me
Why can't you see the dead end street
How I wish your blind eyes would open
It's a needy friend you're trading
For a pocket of cash that you can't eat
How can you kiss me with such lies unspoken
So I grieve, so much grief
Don't do this
Don't Judas me
Don't do this to me
It's an ugly scene you're making
Why did you have to be a creep
No more of this, now your eyes have woken
So I grieve, so much grief
Don't do this
Don't Judas me
Don't do this to me
grieve, grief
Don't do this to me
About "Don't Judas Me"
Kelly turns the betrayer's name into a mirror on 'Don't Judas Me.' The track simmers with accusation and self-recognition, its melody a hand extended then withdrawn. It's a study in uneasy grace—the moment you realize the knife could be yours, and the chorus offers no absolution.