My fault

I am a target with bullet wounds 
Battled and bruised as I am the victim you chose 
all so close I thought you wouldn’t shoot 
you hit me so hard I stayed mute
”I’m sorry” 
I never knew what to do 
I said the words that never came from you 
you shot me but I got the blame 
I didn’t want to play your silly game 
she got the gun but got her friend to pull the trigger 
they all sat there to laugh, to watch me wither 
hurt me, pull me, rip me to shreds 
but your heart will be filled with regret 
push me, hit me, shoot me, blame me 
I’ll let it be because after all it is my fault 
for all the things you say and do 
for all the dreams you wish would come true 
one, two, three, four 
if you stay long enough I'm sure you’d count more 
the problems that were pinned on me 
I hoped it would stop at one or three 
one day maybe all I get blamed for will go away 
So someone nice will stay