Not To Blame

It's hard to watch you look away from me

Though I know I'm not to blame

The rivers thawed but you're still frozen

The words I write to you are still the same

Why do you always get to be the child?

We all want to play those foolish games

I've watched the time melt on by now

Dripping down on me again

Well, I may as well have been a winding road

You walked all on me just the same

Well, like a little girl with wide eyes and curls

Didn't know it was just a game

Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls

Didn't know it was just a game

I hate the way you always make me feel

Well, I hate feeling at all

You act as if you got the best of me

But we both know you're acting small

Why do you always get to be the child?

Your mama brought you up that way

Well, I was raised to turn the other cheek

And now all I'm left with is my own shame

Well, I may as well have been a winding road

You walked all on me just the same

Well, like a little girl with wide eyes and curls

Didn't know it was just a game

Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls

Didn't know it was just a game

Well, I may as well have been a winding road

You walked all on me just the same

Well, like a little girl with wide eyes and curls

Didn't know it was just a game

Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls

Didn't know it was just a game