Your worst crime is the things you never said.

As if you packed your bags and left me for dead.

 

Guess it was out of sight, out of mind.

 

I won’t apologize for the things I had to do.

I was on the frontlines, but it should have been you.

 

You claimed that the situation was “highly managed,”

But you bid me as collateral and let me take all the damage.

 

You always let me blame her, but it takes two to tango.

You couldn’t face the mirror, so I moved to a new zip code.

 

I’m thousands of miles away, but my past still lives in my scars.

I keep trying to flee the scene, but I can’t outrun my ruined heart.

 

I was just a kid, but my circumstances bred me for the fight.

Now I bleed in the ring, strike back, and spit fire.

 

Your worst crime is the things you never said.

The way you stood idly by, as I openly bled.

 

You should apologize for the things you didn’t do.

I was on the frontlines, but it should have been you.

 

Rub some dirt in my wounds, I’ll be fine.

I’ll stay out of sight, and you won’t mind.

 

I’ll run so far... until it’s out of my sight,

And off my mind.