Victim

Watching, waiting,
Expecting you to storm through the door any second,
Demanding an explanation,
I DON'T FOLLOW YOU!

I'm not your excuse.
I don't want to be your anything.
Everyone is surrounded by drugs and alcohol,
But i'm surrounded by you.

Every look in the street,
Every glare,
Every breath,
Is full of you.

I don't want to be your excuse.
I don't want to be your anything.
I don't want be expected.
I don't want to be your victim.