Hypocrite

If I were to say

I didn't mean to hurt you

Then why do we do the things 

We don't mean to

It's such a sad state of affairs 

When you come to realize 

That we bite the Hands that feed us, 

we are criminals 

And I am one of them

I'm opening my eyes

It's such a sad state of affairs 

And I have realized

But my words don't mean a thing 

if my actions are otherwise