Looking in the mirror. I can’t believe my eyes.

Can’t believe that I’ve become a person I despise.

I didn’t see it happening, I couldn’t feel the change.

No more a gentleman, I became deranged.

Wrong place, wrong time. Hurt for another’s crime. It’s on me, the fault is mine.

She tried to do her best, she paid for all the rest. She was Innocent.

I did the deed, like it was done to me.

Move for move, to the last detail. The same treachery.

The only thing worse than what I did to her, is what I did to me.

I was wrong right from the start, I couldn’t see her heart.

Wrong place, wrong time. Hurt for another’s crime. It’s on me, the fault is mine.

She tried to do her best, she paid for all the rest. She was Innocent.

She asked, “Why’d you do this me? What have I done to you?”

I never thought I’d say that I acted this way. I share in the pain, but I’m one to blame!

Wrong place, wrong time. Hurt for another’s crime. It’s on me, the fault is mine.

She tried to do her best, she paid for all the rest. She was Innocent.

Wrong place, wrong time. Hurt for another’s crime. It’s on me, the fault is mine.

She tried to do her best, she paid for all the rest. She was Innocent.