It was you who did the drugs.
It was you he beat, smacked, stabbed, hit.
It was you who ran.
It was me you blamed.
It was I who believed.
It was you who went back.
It was all repeated.
It was I who finally called Dad.
"Come get me, please," I begged.
It was I who left.
Surprisingly, it is you who has brought God to my attention.
It is I who smiles, who forgives you, who prays for you, who..;