Back against the wall you maintain your insistence.
Even when its clear you’re wrong you stress relentless.
Do you know what its like to be innocent but damned?
While I should move on I’m sick of bearing the brand.
So fuck you for your desire to believe I am cruel.
To be blunt it makes you look like a fool.
If you were better then you would hold your hands high.
Admit you’ve made a mistake and apologise.
But hey, I’ll be the bigger man and carry the blade.
Sticking out my back its another mark I’ve been betrayed.
When will this world see that demanding they are right is where we fall down?
Tired of the endless blame levelled without proof.
Its gone on so long its become a cliched spoof.
Berate this and lie about that as if you are faultless.
Starting to believe communication is pointless.
Maybe I’ll just fade away and leave this space to decay.
There are things I care far more about than war.
All battling really does is leave you drained and poor.
Just don’t expect me to care like I once did.
By accusing me you have shattered my bid.
You are on your own but I doubt you care.
Have a nice life, I refuse to be used like an emergency flare.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 