How could you stand there and call yourself the victim?!
After the pain you put me through how could you condemn me for leaving you?!
How could you play the victim when you victimized me!
You prance around with your stories while I hide the truth
It's not to protect you
Its because telling someone the truth about what happened
Would mean it really happened
And while you get to weave lies to your sympathetic crowd
I have to relieve those nightmares
In the darkest of nights
In my own home.
