in this crime called life
all the stress that I've been through
has put me through strife.
Sitting here on the witness stand
I see my life put on trial
all my actions are stripped naked
I'm not in denial.
Questions are asked of me
I say yes or no
I want to get this over with
but it's not time to go.
More questions are thrown at me
some I don't deny
some I don't want to answer
to some of them I lie.
Near the end of this trial
I look all around
I see no one in the courtroom
except a bug on the ground.
Who was asking questions?
I wonder who it could be?
There is one person I can think of
and that person is me.