You are a perpetual victim were the words that he said,
Is he telling the truth, resounded in my head?
Do I have away of making my wrongs seem right
Is it really part my fault for all the fights?
I pondered the thoughts and then accusations
Then dismissed his words with all my self righteous indignation
But somehow deep inside I knew,
Taking some responsibilty was the right thing to do.
I can choose to live my life in the past,
Always being the first with a stone to cast
Or I can stand up and fight fair and walk with my head high
Never again asking, "why, oh why?"
