Stop accusing me for shit I haven't done!
More than just your words
It was your tone
Telling me that I was wrong
And in my fear of being alone
I carried that scarlet
Letters captured in sentences
Pledging me guilty
Sentencing me to judgment
To forever be on trial for the same bull
I've said it before, it wasn't me
Falling victim to accusations
False evidences built up towards the sky
A gavel punishing my name
My image, my reputation, credibility?!
It was I that still took that blame
Hoping that peace be the consequence
Failed memories, forgotten lies
Still picturing my demise
Branding me a harlot
Words flirted through my eyes
Crept out by my smile
My friendly disposition
This soft face,
Pitted my own ruin!
You see you pointed that finger
With me standing on the other end
Wait, what? Me??!
I've done nothing wrong
Yet my defense still went unheard
Who cares about the innocent?
No witnesses at my corner, who was to see me justice?
I carried your sentences in my briefcase as text
Text messages of fallen hope
Tweeting that ill feeling
Telling me I am not right
The ONE to say I am not right?!
Yet still putting up a fight
I did not break, nor curse, or destroy
I came gently only to deploy what could be believed
Compromised, understood, accepted
All in my favor to be unanimously forgiven
Brushed off shoulders, tears wiped away
No, just a mirage of how it should have been
Guilty, I heard
No explanation accepted.
Guilty, you said
Our love you depleted.
Broken down by these stares,
I was being followed.
By several followers reading us back and forth
Like a televised soap opera
Hold for commercial
No anger to be vented, without feeling some remorse
Couldn't stand to tell me the truth
So it was written aloud
Failed to remind me that all is fair
In love and war
Well bailiff, here I am ready
Barred behind this judgment
I do not need the bail,
I'm serving my time
But before you lock me away
Please tell me my crime?
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