You scream and shout, you throw things,
but you turn around and say it is my fault not yours.
You tear down, you break, you rip every shred of good out
of everything, but you turn around and say it is my fault not yours
Screaming and yelling, with venom and hate, you twist your knife
on the people who love you, but you turn around and say it my fault not yours. Making me feel insignificant, unworthy, alone, you turn around and say it is my fault not yours
Words are your daggers thrown with precision, your lies twisting and turning like snakes in a pit, you collect them, you nurture them and believe them as truth. You turn around and say it is my fault not yours
No one but you are truthful to your mind, chocking in your lies you have become blind to the world, all those that seek to enlighten you are hated as you turn around and you say it is my fault not yours. Alone in your tower you think you are the puppet master making everyone jump to your command, should there be a protest you turn around and say is my fault not yours.
You say my soul is black that I am evil, that I am thick and useless, I am bad, I am what is wrong. I protest you call me a liar, that I am the reason you never soar, you turn around call me a whore and say it is my fault not yours.
We kick, we scream, we hit, we slander, all for nothing as we get nowhere. We get nothing, in the end you feel justified in your rage and vindicated by your lies, I just feel ashamed used again for your entertaiment. Later you tell me is my fault not yours
Now, I lock the door on you, I walk away , I will not do this even for one more second, this is the end , I am clean of you, you cannot reach me anymore, I am above it and yes this time, this once, the fault will be mine not yours.