It’s not my fault,
Yet I am still the one to apologize.

You convince me,
That I am the one to blame.

You torture me,
As though I am your slave of forced loyalty.
I am your puppet,
You make a mess of the strings,
Then just clip them because you don’t care to untangle the mess you have made.

You say you are standing in my corner,
Yet you are my opponent.

You are the death of me,
But the blood is not on my hands,
It is not my fault.