I’ve never really claimed to be an innocent saint,
My hands were once covered with more than paint,
But at least I had the guts to own up to my mistakes,
At least I actually tried to fix it before it breaks,
I tried to make it better but you were ready to attack,
Trapped me in the dark with a knife in my back,
Then you went and locked the door and threw away the key,
Might’ve been my karma but you’ll get yours eventually,
I was always the one to bite my tongue,
Never raised my voice even when your words stung,
So if you’re really sure wanna bury me then fine,
But keep the shovel to dig yours right next to mine,
For if I told them all the shit you’ve said to me,
And if I showed them all the shit they didn’t see,
It won’t be long till you’re the one down on your knees,
Begging me to take you back and crying out 'please'.
Amy x
