The Bad Guy

She's beautiful. I understand what you see in her. I tried to be a better woman. I was hoping you'd try to be a better man. But you fell into your desires, we've both been burnt by this wildfire.

it was the lack of words that spoke volumes to me. The missing clothes. The new cologne. All the signs were there but I didn't want to see where they were leading me to.

So who's the bad guy here? I blame you for being weak. You blame me for gaining weight. Whose right? And Whose Wrong? I like to wear black, so does that make me the bad guy?

She's young. I understand she makes you happy. Sometimes I can't believe you're walking away. Like the years together are erasable. Like my tears are invisible. I hear the bell tolling for the death of our love.

It was the mood swings that slapped the rose colored glasses of off my eyes. The way you'd run away from me. The calls taken outside in the freezing cold. All the signs pointing me down this lonely road.

So who's the bad guy here? I blame you for cheating. You blame me for berating you. Whose good? And whose evil? I like to turn your whites pink, so does that make me the bad guy?