Why am I the last straw?
One mistake I make
Pushes you over the edge
I become the target of your revenge.

When their walls come crumbling in
I'm the one who always wins
The title I loathe
The one at fault, I'm betrothed

I didn't build their walls,
Or huff and puff and blow them down.
If anything, I stayed around
When the wicked wolf came-a-howling

But how quickly they forget
When it all comes tumbling
All the good I had done
Dissolves to nothing
Reverses itself to harm
Convicted of a crime I did not commit
Sentenced with no mercy

No good deed goes unpunished
Perhaps it's true
All my good deeds
Have always ended with abuse.