The Others
They see blood upon my hands
And guilt upon my face,
But what they cannot see
is that I was wrongly placed.
They do not care for friends
But for the leader of the pack,
They take her side, to earn her pride
And care for only that.
They cannot see she's guilty,
They refuse to see she's lied,
They do not know her secrets
For she has lots to hide.
You may think that they've been hoodwinked
But it's more than clear to see,
They know I didn't do it,
They know it wasn't me.
I've heard them say 'revenge is sweet,'
That all things come around.
They'd better run for when it does
I won't be going down.
