I can run away from this place;
Offering memories of disgrace;
But I can’t run from these thoughts;
Or ignore those stomach knots.
Thinking is all I seem to do;
Little I said; was true;
You thought I done it all;
But I’ve just started to crawl.
Didn’t you know something wasn’t right?
When I barely spoke that whole night;
My body, my far-fetched mind, you abused,
Yet I’m the one left accused.
The one scarred from being wrong;
When I just didn’t know all along.