The fingers all point to me, with accusation and blame,
Responsibility and accountability, they’re not the same.
Guilt and shame, they weigh heavy on my heart,
As I struggle to deny, and make excuses to depart.
But the consequences of my actions, they cannot be ignored,
Judgment and perception, they cannot be restored.
For the fingers all point to me, and the truth is clear,
I must face the music, and accept what I fear.