Treasure Island

Gypsy Boy Varey


Stop Blaming Me


You know what you are
And now so do I
Known near and far
To cheat and to lie

You prowl like a thief
Then deny the blame
It's my heart felt belief
You live for this game

You've ruined yourself
And tried to ruin me
Now you're left on the shelf
And always will be

No-one will touch you
Not with a barge pole
It's the things that you do
You've dug your own hole

The things that you've done
Is what's caused your ruin
Out of time you have run
You knew what you were doing

You'll never confess
I do truly believe
That you made your own mess
Because you deceive

You'll never admit
So we'll never agree
You dug your own pit
So stop blaming me



(C) varey 2013

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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