Sometimes I am good,
Sometimes I am bad.
I am only human after all.
Just like the rest of you.
So, why is it, that I am so much worse,
Than all of them?
I didn’t mean to hurt him,
Quite as badly as I did,
Anyone that knows me would understand,
I react before I think things through.
The knife just slipped,
It was not intended.
He was hurting me
His words, his hands
It just happened.
Always two sides to a story though.
I had planned it all my life,
Since the day I met him,
Since the day he first touched me,
Since the day he said the hurtful words he said.
You’d understand if you’d been through it too,
But you haven’t, so I don’t expect you to, understand that is.
The times that I am good I tell it how it is,
The times hat I am bad I tell it the way I want it to be.
That’s what I mean, when I say:
Sometimes I am good,
Sometimes I am bad.
Maybe it was an accident, maybe it was intentional.
Nobody will ever know, because now he is gone,
And he can’t tell you how it was
Only I know, and the one other witness
That would never tell you.
Not for all the money in the world,
So maybe I’ll let you believe it the way I want it,
Or maybe I’ll tell you how it is.
I haven’t decided yet,
This is the bad side of me you seem
Toying with the idea,
Like I toyed with his life,
Or did I?
