Who's To Blame? Poem by King Midas

You walked out on me
Just like I walked out on you
Everything turned so bittersweet
And everything came unglued

Everyone fell apart
And all of our skies fell black
We should've known this from the start
We'd never be able to turn back

I point my finger at you
While you yell at me
In this world there is no truth
Or at least that's what I've come to believe

You point your finger back at me
Because I worship the ground on which you stand
And by now I know I should've seen
That I'm not part of your master plan

Another confrontation
But who is there to blame?
I can be angry, and wonderful, and cunning
But my end result is always the same
I guess I'm always the one to blame...