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.