You point you finger,
And accuse me lying.
I stand my ground,
Telling you I don't.
In the back of my mind,
A question is formed.
Is my accuser,
The one with the guilt.
Only seeing my side,
I can't understand.
If only I could,
Step into your mind.
Knowing only what i'm told,
My heart shatters.
As I soon realise,
My fear has come true.
No longer an us,
I try not to cry.
Who would of thought,
It could of ended like this.
Something so pure,
And perfect to touch.
How does good become bad,
And evil take over.
Still standing tall,
I have a new hope.
For I know the blame,
Doesn't fall upon me.
