Not the criminal

Yesterday you came to, and asked me to do a favour
Hoping that you'd turn around and ask me to be your saviour
Through all the years you've known the facts but still you ignore the maker
Hoping that you'd turn around, but still you point the finger

I'm not the criminal that you, you made me out to be
I'm not the animal that you, you scorned at

You have tried for far too long, to mend your own relations
On the strength of that long lost child, the dissapointment shakes you
But through it all, you've finally found the reason for complication
Hoping that you'd turn around, the attitude that stains you

I'm not the criminal that you, you made me out to be
I'm not the animal that you, you scorned at

I'm not the criminal...