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.