Written in stone
Your words
In this child’s heart
Too young to understand
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
How could I make you see
It was never the way you were thinking
It was truly innocent
Too young to understand
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
Pedal to the metal
Heading toward disaster
Fear and confusion
Too young to understand
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
Knife to your wrist
Begging and pleading
Tears overflowing tiny faces
Too young to understand
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
Anger and disillusion
You’re chasing me
Questioning who I am
Too young to understand
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
And when my eyes finally see
I can’t be angry
I can’t blame
Because after all
It wasn’t you
It was PTSD.