The words you think I said
Are the twisted words in someone else’s head?
The hand you felt so warm
Is still the calm in every angry storm?
The deeds you see so foul
Are an mirror of your own unhappy scowl?
The man who you believe has motives vile
Is in truth the man who met you with a smile?
The soul you claim has risen up from hell
Is really you still poisoning his well?