its not my fault
It’s Not My Fault
It’s not my fault I have no home; I have no place to stay.
My family brought me way out here and then they drove away.
I chased the car for many blocks but it just went too fast.
I ran as hard as I could go but then gave up at last.
I sat and stared for quite some time. I could not comprehend
How they could throw me out that way when I was their best friend.
So now I know what hunger is. Now I’m just skin and bone.
But worse than that, the loneliness -- oh how I miss my home!
The people look right through me. It’s as if they all were blind.
Why is it too much to ask that just one soul be kind?
I’m tired and I want to rest but I get chased away.
I never get a minute’s peace; I’m on the run all day.
I can’t take this much longer. Something’s got to give.
Without kind words or loving touch I just don’t want to live.
What did I do to bring this fate down on my trusting head?
And why do perfect strangers curse and seem to wish me dead?
It’s not my fault I have no home; I have no place to stay.
My family brought me way out here and then they drove away.
Each hour, every day, over 3,000 dogs and cats are born in the U.S. Most of these are unwanted and many end up in shelters. Five million are killed every year because there aren’t enough homes for them.
It’s not my fault I have no home; I have no place to stay.
My family brought me way out here and then they drove away.
I chased the car for many blocks but it just went too fast.
I ran as hard as I could go but then gave up at last.
I sat and stared for quite some time. I could not comprehend
How they could throw me out that way when I was their best friend.
So now I know what hunger is. Now I’m just skin and bone.
But worse than that, the loneliness -- oh how I miss my home!
The people look right through me. It’s as if they all were blind.
Why is it too much to ask that just one soul be kind?
I’m tired and I want to rest but I get chased away.
I never get a minute’s peace; I’m on the run all day.
I can’t take this much longer. Something’s got to give.
Without kind words or loving touch I just don’t want to live.
What did I do to bring this fate down on my trusting head?
And why do perfect strangers curse and seem to wish me dead?
It’s not my fault I have no home; I have no place to stay.
My family brought me way out here and then they drove away.
Each hour, every day, over 3,000 dogs and cats are born in the U.S. Most of these are unwanted and many end up in shelters. Five million are killed every year because there aren’t enough homes for them.