It wasn't me
Forcing you into a life of crime
Against your better instincts
My fingerprints weren't on the knife
It was your skin that splattered blood
You'll be haunted by the victim's eyes
I'm sad despite assertions that I've
Been cursed by a heart of stone
I'll visit when I can
But it's your tragedy alone.

It wasn't me
Who made you leave
You made a choice
2 return to chaos and despair
Cause he made you scream
I tried to make you see
You were more than a banshee
Drama is more your style
Comfort is my while
Don't know what I was thinking
Should have used my head instead.

It wasn't me
Who injected the syringe
Or inserted the rock
If you expect me to look the other way
And endlessly kiss your posterior
Just to deepen your inferiority
I won't be convicted for high crimes
I give you several dimes
To contact a sponsor
You decided to line a dope boy's pockets
Yet I still carry a locket
Of a beautiful girl who had the world
At her fingertips yet I can't exchange
A more grisly one...
A skeleton with a pipe pursed to its lips.

P-June 24, 2007/Bowling Green, Ohio