A guilty conscience doesn't need an accuser.
You said you would never do it again, you said it was because you where a boozer.
But in truth you where nothing but a abuser.
A true loser.
You tortured me and kept me just to be your amuser.
You act kind when people are there but in truth you are just a poser.
You watch me closely so that you can scold and hit me for a small mistake like a peruser.
All you do is use me again and again, a true user.
But what hurts the most is not the you beating or the hitting, but that I must become your accuser.
Why don't you feel guilty, even if it's just a little?
Why must you belittle?
Why must you be noncommittal?
Why can't everything go back to being simple?
I guess, only the ghosts may know.