It's me.
It's not you, it's him.
it's not him, it's her.
It's not her, it's me.
Blame game.
Everyone plays it.
It's always the same.
No matter who plays it.
Fingers pointing.
Leading all into one circle.
Going round and round and round.
No one wants to admit.
No one wants to be jeered at.
No one wants to be hated.
So we keep quiet.
Waiting, waiting, for the culprit.
Either the problem goes away, or we find some way to make that person admit.
But it's always the same.
Those who know the finger should be pointed at,
are the guilty ones.
it's not him, it's her.
It's not her, it's me.
Blame game.
Everyone plays it.
It's always the same.
No matter who plays it.
Fingers pointing.
Leading all into one circle.
Going round and round and round.
No one wants to admit.
No one wants to be jeered at.
No one wants to be hated.
So we keep quiet.
Waiting, waiting, for the culprit.
Either the problem goes away, or we find some way to make that person admit.
But it's always the same.
Those who know the finger should be pointed at,
are the guilty ones.
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