Accusation, Accusation, Accusation
What a word with revelation
Saying something without proof
Emotions strike up the roof
The hell with make-believe stories
In no way to even feel sorry
Bring out your own crap
Mind treating others like a scrap
You know you're not a writer
Not even worth like a kicker
How does it feel to be the real garbage?
Can't rectify your own carriage
Even if you feel you won like now
Don't even think it will last somehow
Nothing clout the true meaning of silence
It can be powerful as reverence
We both know who sees the truth
Anger and hate you'll bear like a fruit
For the pain and tears that you send
Its HE up there, who will tend.
