They say you can't trust history because it's written by the winner

And I think it's all too easy to confuse saint with sinner.

Because in the moment, in the fight, when your back is against the wall

There's no telling who will triumph or which way the dice will fall.

No one fights without conviction, without 'knowing' their cause is true,

And who's to say their mind wouldn't change if they were standing in other shoes.

So, it must be that each side is always at least a little right,

But knowing that just makes it harder to tell the black from white.

It weakens you to have no choice but to empathise with your opposition,

Though there's also something freeing about being forced into that position.

It takes away your ability to hate the other side,

And means that whether you win or lose, it's always you who cries.

I'm trying hard to challenge the notion of the 'good' against the 'evil',

And fight my way to clarity through this emotional upheaval.

So, even though I can't yet say, I do know why we're at odds,

And how my actions hurt you like a storm at a lightning rod.

And I know enough of your character to know you'll never understand

Why I could no longer turn the other cheek and ruined all ours plans.

Sun Tzu said know your enemy and yourself and you will triumph,

But I know us both well enough to know how we'll cope with my defiance.

So, it breaks my heart to accept defeat, to acknowledge it will never be the same.

Because all along, you and I have been playing a different game.

Naively I believed that we could both win together,

Yet to you it's only done when one of us is 6-foot-deep beneath the heather.

But I know your reasons, so I can't fight your war; instead I'll just concede,

And hope you'll make the ending quick, not leave me here to bleed.

All I ask is that you consider, as you're mapping out our history

Whether, deep in your heart, you truly believe my motives were a mystery.