Blame - 12/10/2005

You told me you loved me,
I said I didn't feel the same,
You told me you would be ok,
Then the door rang, and I got the blame.

I got the blame for what you did,
For what I didn't say back,
Now I'm haunted,
With your every track.

My life is now restricted,
Because of what you did,
What you said,
I try so hard to forbid.

But I got the blame,
I'm now haunted,
Because you said those three words,
Now you're daunted.

It was the 1st of April,
When you did it,
Now it's the 12th of October,
And I'm left with the reminder of your last slit.

I'm left with everything,
All you could imagine, everything,
The hurt, the blame, the sorrow,
I want to clean your life up, string by string.

Dedicated to ¤Chelsea¤

©Elisha L. Brain. 2005