Blame It On Me

Raindrops on roses,
slowly counting down the minutes,
until I see your angry faces.

I didn't know any better,
I was only a child,
small and alone; just barely 5.

There you are,
I see the headlights,
I know I'm safe now.

You're not mad at me,
more happy than upset,
just glad that I'm not hurt.

Almost home now,
but what's happening mum?
Why are those lights coming straight at us da?

Blinding lights and beeping,
I think I hear someone sobbing.
"Mum? Da?"

The sobbing stops,
only for a minute though,
then it starts again.

I open my eyes,
see Milo and auntie,
but where are mum and da?

They're dead,
and we're moving,
going to live with auntie in the United States.

It's all my fault,
I know it is,
if only I hadn't run off.

A young woman now,
and I still blame myself,
so go ahead and blame it on me.