I'M Sorry It Was You

I'm sorry it was the plan For you to play the deceiver I've learned that it's not personal, It's just the setup of the Schemer It may not have been my fault, But really, it's not your's either You were born a flame thrower, I guess I was born a flame receiver But I'm not bitter I learned to be a flame eater; Understanding the fire Makes the burn a little sweeter... But I'm still sorry it was the plan For you to carry out the task Because ambivalent feelings Are the inevitable aftermath I've learned to forgive And let the past be the past; In the end, I got stronger, And a chance to laugh last My feet are on higher ground And walk a smoother path; But every time I see fire, The flames wear your face As a mask