Hasty he who the fire lit?
Or suspicious she who fanned it?
Those fair weather friends who enjoyed it?
Or idiotic I who let it?
Yes, he in his anger
ignited the fire...
She, in her jealousy
Added fuel to it...
They all stood by to watch the fun...
While I to cinders did burn...
Scarred and singed, so badly bruised
I nurse my wounds in silent solitude ...
Why did I let him take me for granted?
Was it martyrdom that I wanted?
Was it peace that I did seek?
Is that why I became so meek?
Today I'm neither here nor there
