This is a joke, it's just a wild guess that spreads everywhere,
Assumptions and sorrows that seem to got along, with innocence and hatred to go along,
Respect does not go along with misunderstanding, distrust is just as disturbing,
I did not do wrong, I dare not concur, but accused of nothing, I accept no calm,
But what use of letting out now, no words can reconstruct now, that pitiful lie,
What are you to tell, if you don't even understand, and to construct that lie at the first place.

Nay, You don't understand, don't understand, misunderstood,
Aye, You've been accusing, have been accusing, accused.
Nigh, The truth is not, the truth is not, it's lie.

When thine ego was stroked, is it fun, is it fun, is it fun?
If the weak being burned, is it amusing, amusing, amusing?
Now thee burn in my place, will you laugh, will you laugh, will you laugh?

But nay, spoils are not something I should take, tis never mine, should be mindful, for I will never returns.