Not To Blame

It's hard to watch you look away from me Though I know I'm not to blame The rivers thawed but you're still frozen The words I write to you are still the same Why do you always get to be the child? We all want to play those foolish games I've watched the time melt on by now Dripping down on me again Well I may as well have been a winding road You walked all on me just the same Well, like a little girl with wide eyes and curls Didn't know it was just a game Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls Didn't know it was just a game I hate the way you always make me feel Well I hate feeling at all You act as if you got the best of me But we both know you're acting small Why do you always get to be the child? Your mama brought you up that way But I was raised to turn the other cheek And now all I'm left with is my own shame Well I may as well have been a winding road You walked all on me just the same Well, like a little girl with wide eyes and curls Didn't know it was just a game Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls Didn't know it was just a game Well I may as well have been a winding road You walked all on me just the same Well, like a little girl with wide eyes and curls Didn't know it was just a game Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls Didn't know it was just a game