Playing The Martyr
Is this what you expected from me? trembling in the light asking if I am innocent. neck arched down, morning blue light sleeps with you tonight. are you innocent, are you innocent? mother mary looking down across this mess that we've laid out. you said I gave up, I gave up on you. you should have know that you would have to cast your shadows down on us. then the first shot rang out! why would you ask if I was innocent, what would give you the reason? why?