The Blame - Mick Flannery

When it began,

Oh How you tread with care

you held his hand,

and wondered how you’d fare,

with he who claimed to be a stray,

though he liked to lead the way

The time it passed and the worry disappeared,

you talked and laughed,

as he slowly drew you near

soft as he was only then

as you fell in love with him

If you let down your guard,

He’ll run right through your heart

If he cuts a piece away

You’ll have to share the blame

when you’re feeling strong

you dont think on him at all

but when you’re not

you’re cold as you recall

You lay yourself upon his bed,

Anything you want you said

Ooohh…

Bright and crisp

on the day he drew the knife

at least he was quick

though he never answered why

he just walked away and dropped the blade,

He’ll get cut too, just not by you.

If you let down your guard,

He’ll run right through your heart

If he cuts a piece away

You’ll have to share the blame

The blame…