A Tale of Betrayal

rinyville

Here I stand before you, tell me what you want from me
I’ve done all that I could but I don’t think I can make you see
The crimes that you accuse me of are just a woman’s lie
She imagined that I loved her while my only crime was kissing her goodbye
I plead guilty for not touching her so why don’t you just call a judge
It is she who points the trigger it is she who holds a grudge

Now try to answer me this question if you can dear sir
If I’m guilty of those crimes then why would I still be right here
I would have run away to a far away and a foreign land
But it’s she who’s gone and it’s me who still stands here
So hang me, cuff me or chain me down in the dungeon sir
But if there’s any doubt, why not have a look at her

Oh I’ve seen her beauty and what appears to be her innocence
And her childlike smile so faintly painted only covers false pretense
If every man falls for her then I have to ask you one more thing
Did you also fall for her, or for her voice or the way she sings.
Cause if you did, then I stand here looking at a God above
Condemned I am upon the gallows. Now what is it you accuse me of?

So far you just stare at me and you haven’t said a single word
Can’t you see it’s me who is the victim, it is me who feels the hurt
By the meanest and the nastiest though I must admit
Her beauty’s worthy of the crime I did not commit
Her voice so angelic, so sweet and so serene
Hides the demon and the devil in her thoughts so obscene

You turn your eyes away, I find that condescending sir
While I try to plea my case and all you believe is her
I know there’s blood on my hands and a stain on my alibi
You put me in the where, the when and you’re convinced of the why
A maiden she now is, a wife only yesterday, you see
If someone stabbed her man to death, it was her, not me

With his body still there but with his life long gone
The dark red trace led to a knife, yes a knife was drawn
In his chest it was stuck, like a final wave, a last goodbye
Open was his door, were his wounds, was his wallet and were his eyes
The initials C and C on the hanky just seemed to rhyme
It wasn’t his, likely hers, but most certain it isn’t mine

Now tell me dear sir does she go by the name Claire Caine
She has had a card up her sleeve, I tell you, a card that causes pain
Down on her I look with despise and disdain
She must have killed him and I’m sure she will repeat her crime again
She was never an angel, nor a god or saint
She’s a perfect mare, a model of polite restraint

I know the law you serve, I know the law you abide
But you have yet to prove I’m guilty, till then I’m still on your side
By what name do I call you sir, what does your name tag say?
Do you permit me to read it, now that my life is on display
Why is your hand on the tag, dear sir, why are your lips sealed
Why is the evidence all hidden why is the knife concealed

Questions I can’t answer sir, how come there’s perspiration on your face
It is cold in this room – and why is your name tag replaced
Now that you wipe your face with a virgin white handkerchief
The initials…oh dear god they reveal something beyond belief
C and C dear sir, I guess I’m able to deduct
It is she who’s innocent, it’s you who’s guilty, it’s me who’s fucked