Done
Oh point the fingers
Point it around
Eye shoot the daggers
Shove me to the mound
You don't understand
It doesn't make sense
You pout and demand
And I have to build a fence
I tried and tried
You didn't give a care
You snide and sighed
I didn't think I'd have to beware
I don't have a choice.
For once I'm getting out
Now you insist; voice
But it's too late to water the drought
I don't wish ill. I don't wish blame.
I just wish to stop the cry.
Stop spating. Don't exclaim.
You already had your chance to try.
Point it around
Eye shoot the daggers
Shove me to the mound
You don't understand
It doesn't make sense
You pout and demand
And I have to build a fence
I tried and tried
You didn't give a care
You snide and sighed
I didn't think I'd have to beware
I don't have a choice.
For once I'm getting out
Now you insist; voice
But it's too late to water the drought
I don't wish ill. I don't wish blame.
I just wish to stop the cry.
Stop spating. Don't exclaim.
You already had your chance to try.