It was me

Bullseye
It was all I could think.
All I heard, and all I saw
You hit the nail on the head with that one. You're right.
Everything you said echoing through my ears, head, mind and body
Driving me crazy. What I did was so hypprocritical, I can't accept.
There's a way out of this, there's a logical explination
I wasn't all wrong, some of it was okay.
Afterall, I'm just hopeless, it's not my fault.
But wait, remember when you did that other thing? See?
Look at you look at you. Stop looking at me and look at you.
Now here's my bullseye.
I've got a 12 gauge and I'm ripping through the target.
Forget about your shot at me, we're looking at my shot now, my rebuttle.
Yeah Yeah Look at you.
You did this.

Looking back, actually, it was me.