It Could Be Me

For her mistake I never see a disguise of blessing I heed not the voice of mercy My love was violent For her mistake Irrational and impatient. I thought she was done for No glimmer of hope Bottled and tight like a knotted rope she is so close, in anger I burnt I thought she was done for Her shame, I preached. I got the chance of change When I thought the same for me A light of reforming To cleanse my oozing hate odour I got the chance of change With the scent of adour.