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It’s Not My Fault, I Don’t Want To Explain Myself

  • Writer: C.S.R.
    C.S.R.
  • Jul 4, 2019
  • 2 min read

Suggest we play a game of hide-and-seek

It’s not my thing, I’d rather play run-and-hide

This way there’s no winning

But at least I won’t lose the game either

I’m just dancing in ignoranacity

But I’ll jump out of place if you dare to speak

Once you ask a question the game has stopped

And then I’m the ultimate loser


And when I say something

Questions fill the air I breathe

And I’m being suffocated ‘til the answers and tears come out

But they’re never perfect or alright


And then you throw at me the why-why-why’s?

Punching me for rhyme or reason

And just as passive aggressive as it seems

It’s not my fault, I don’t want to explain myself

Can’t take just one simple little sentence

Everything must have a complex solution

And though it may come off as a big fuck you

You really can’t blame me, cuz I don’t want to explain myself


Oh why, should I feel the need to waste my breath?

It’s not a competition, but you’ll end up wasting yours too

Told you not to worry about it

But you had a different game in mind

I just want to avoid tears from flowing

But operations a game that revolves around open wounds

So now you feel like changing games again

And I’ll just hold on to dear life


Then you wonder why

I didn’t say it all before

It’s because I dreaded the more more more you wanted of me

As nothing I say will never be correct


And then you throw at me the why-why-why’s?

Punching me for rhyme or reason

And just as passive aggressive as it seems

It’s not my fault, I don’t want to explain myself

Can’t take just one simple little sentence

Everything must have a complex solution

And though it may come off as a big fuck you

You really can’t blame me, cuz I don’t want to explain myself


An impulsive psycho is all you’ll ever see

Hey, I guess that’s gotta be me

You never ever know a thing

Despite all the hints I’ve given

Guess I’m just a jigsaw too hard for you

How about you just go back to school


And then you throw at me the why-why-why’s?

Punching me for rhyme or reason

And just as passive aggressive as it seems

It’s not my fault, I don’t want to explain myself

Can’t take just one simple little sentence

Everything must have a complex solution

And though it may come off as a big fuck you

You really can’t blame me, cuz I don’t want to explain myself



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