and I'm not sorry

Why wasn’t I surprised
The pendulum I’ve waited years to swing another way
Kept hitting me from the back
If it’s another he said she said
And I’m told everything I said is out of spite
Why wasn’t I surprised
He said different things
He was innocent
He didn’t mean to do no harm
(Blood in his hands, blood in his hands)
I’ve wanted to look good
I don’t present myself to spread
I’ve walked down the road past curfews
And I’m not sorry
I’ve taken one drink too many
Couldn’t walk a straight line
I don’t present myself to be fetishized
And I’m not sorry
Why wasn’t I surprised
In my story I’m a liar who exaggerates
Subject of bore me more
Sure it’s another he said she said
And his story won’t be a waste of time
Why wasn’t I surprised
I’ve wanted to look good
I don’t present myself to spread
I’ve walked down the road past curfews
And I’m not sorry
I’ve taken one drink too many
Couldn’t walk a straight line
I don’t present myself to be fetishized
And I’m not sorry
Blessed are those who’ve undergone
Those whose innocence taken
Those who brave enough, spoken