I’m sorry, truly I am, but why blame me? You pushed, pushed, and you pushed me. You taunted me daily as if I was your joy.
The stories you told your friends, I was your co-star but wasn’t given a choice.
This has gone on for a while, so I’ve had a lot of time to think. Especially after last Wednesday, when you hit me and pushed me into that tree.
The crowd gathered, laughed at me, as if this was a script about a comedy. Maybe I’m overreacting, but it feels more like a drama to me.
Do you remember the verse I quoted you?
“A fire starts small, then burns out of control. Even when it’s finally quenched, the damaged foundation is unstable and could crumble at any time.”
That’s when you kicked me in the face and side, walking away oh so bold, as if you were cast with the leading role.
Man… don't you dare look at me that way!
Why are you so surprised? Yes, I shot you, and now you’re going to die.
Your crowd is here, but I can’t hear the laughter. Hey, what about you? Maybe this joke needs a rewrite or two.
His eyes closed, just as I heard someone say: “Step away, put the gun down, walk back, kneel on the ground.” After all of this shit that I’ve been through, they come to his aid!
It seems even in his last hour; he has the final say. As I opened fire to meet my demise, I know this one event will change all of our lives.
Remember:
"A fire starts small, then burns out of control, even when it is finally quenched, the damaged foundation is unstable, and could crumble at any time.
He told many stories, but unfortunately for him, this one is mine.
This is how I started out as a co-star and ended up with the leading role.
This is surely not a comedy, but a drama, so let the truth be told.
