In the Wrong
Why is this all my fault,
I didn’t know a thing
Love was all I wanted
Not this psychopathic ring.
I thought that I’d escaped this
A wife and you were dead.
Now you say that I’m the one
Who's not clear in the head.
My wife is an assassin,
My mate is truly cruel
But I wouldn’t really give a damn
If you hadn’t played me the fool.
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