Black and Blue

You seem surprised to find That I'm human And that I can do things wrong. For my frailties your heart Has no room and You go write a song. You take glee in making me Play my faults out onstage. You can spit your venom out But I must hold my rage. And I'm feeling black and blue Like I'm beaten through and through. I'm cut and bruised. I'm black and blue. Would it give you any Satisfaction If I said I can be mean? Would you then admit in our Interactions Your hands aren't quite clean? When you tell your stories That recount my every sin You always leave out the beginnings So you can look good in the ends. And I'm feeling black and blue Like I'm beaten through and through. I'm cut and bruised. I'm black and blue. This is the point at which I need to write a bridge For this. But I haven't done it yet. It's proving hard to get. When you find the next thing That I'm lacking. Please don't tell me to my face. For my pride has taken Quite a whacking. I can't stand up straight. So, take my latest failure And be sure to write it down So you can pour it out like water on me When I start to drown. And I'm feeling black and blue Like I'm beaten through and through. I'm cut and bruised. I'm not like you. I'm black and blue.