Kinship

 Vicious is a word that comes to mind

when I look back at our history

 You know me from, the inside-out

 A situation constructed by you

when the scenes played out, the blame was placed on me

 We used to play games, with strangers

you we're the bait...I was the switch

 Should have known that we wouldn't make it

no one ever did.

 Several years gone under

I watch the sand fall through the glass.

 I guess maybe we deserve what we got

no one gets by unscathed.