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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