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Can I get an explanation?

Your indignation feels unjust.

I wasn't asking you for a reason, 

I was just asking you for trust.

There are footprints in the backyard,

leading down into the lake.

Perhaps they're just an echo

of a long, undone mistake.

But I followed them completely, 

until the water reached my waist.

Now I'm standing in the current

hoping it will wash my sins away.

May I have some understanding?

The condemnation feels unfair.

I wasn't looking for forever, 

but I did hope you'd still be there. 

There's a blood stain on the carpet

just next to the open door.

I've been washing it for hours, 

but the stain's forevermore. 

Do you think it is O+, or A-, maybe? 

There's a gaping wound over my heart,

Yes, the blood may be from me.

Could you give me some compassion?

It seems your passion's for the drink.

I wasn't asking you to stop,

just to pour the bottle down the sink.

There’s an echo in my memory 

Of a violent early past 

I keep trying to avoid it 

But the scars were sure to last

I have covered them with makeup 

I have mastered a disguise 

But, when they look within me 

They will see it’s all just lies