in this crime called life

all the stress that I've been through

has put me through strife.

Sitting here on the witness stand

I see my life put on trial

all my actions are stripped naked

I'm not in denial.

Questions are asked of me

I say yes or no

I want to get this over with

but it's not time to go.

More questions are thrown at me

some I don't deny

some I don't want to answer

to some of them I lie.

Near the end of this trial

I look all around

I see no one in the courtroom

except a bug on the ground.

Who was asking questions?

I wonder who it could be?

There is one person I can think of