Don't try to make yourself the victim,
Don't sit there while I hold the shame.
Are you the one abhorred,
And constantly ignored ?
Is your heart shriveled up in pain ?
I have a purpose.
I am not worthless.
I make a lot of mistakes,
So I know I'm not perfect.
But you can't point out who is,
Because such people are non-existent.
The fingers are pointed at me,
I have no choice but to start war.
The rumors are spreading,
I already know I'm "sexual" and nothing more,
But who are you to judge me ?
You make wrong decisions, I'm sure.
So don't try to make yourself the victim;
Don't sit there and name me the bad guy.
Are you the one under attack,
As they whisper behind your back ?
Do you cry yourself to sleep at night ?
