I, the victim

I, the victim
I, the hurting
I, the one that’s
Always blurting

I, the troubled
I, the saddened
I, the one that’s
Never gladdened

I, the broken
I, the dying
I, the one that’s
Always crying

But have I ever
Looked to see
That you were
There in front of me

You, the angel
You, the fair
You, the one that’s
Always there

You, the humble
You, the caring
And you are never
Overbearing

You, a wonder
You, a gem
You, my darling
Best of men

My selfish heart
Is torn from me
Cause all I know
And all I see
Is you, the one
In front of me