A little bit scattered
Leftover scars
Splotches of mistrust
Appearing as jailhouse bars
This time you lost
The wound may have reopened
But no blood was spilled
I’ll not allow it to be deepened
You thought me a fool
An ignorant pawn
Truth always prevails
Sooner or later and I’ll carry on
I am not the fault
I am not to blame
Your lies circled round
I’ll not carry your shame
