Who killed Liam Payne?
“Not me.” Said his drug dealer. Who filled a bag, as white as snow. “I took his cash to keep my home.” Then shook his hand and let him go.
“I’m just a victim of the system, you can’t blame me. I didn’t kill him.”
So who killed Liam Payne?
“Not I.” Said his manager, who picked and raised him from his childhood. Lit the fuse and watched the fireworks, paid him, made him. “Sad his childhood hurts, sad he’s sleeping, but it’s who he dreamt it. Don’t blame me like I’d foreseen it.”
So who killed Liam Payne?
“Not us.” Said the screaming fans. “We cried in grief and raised our hands. If we’d been there, we would have caught him. We’d camp outside his room till morning. You dare blame us for our King falling. It’s all the others. Their hate in papers, the insta comments…yeah they betrayed us.”
So who killed Liam Payne?
“Not me.” Said the average man, eating from some burger van. Reading this feel indifferent. “I’ve heard his name, but never listened. Am I sad to see it? Yeah, more than not. But by midday, I’ll have forgot.”
So who killed Liam Payne?
“Not I.” Said the media makers, naming all the movers/shakers. In bold, in print, for the profit takers. Selling stories, just to break us. “We may have called him names sometimes… but it’s not us who made him die. I heard the story and almost cried. Then wrote the news for all of you guys. With the words of love! Black and white pictures, whole page spread, he will be missed.”
Then who killed Liam Payne?
On who and what are we to blame? Maybe this is just the game, and not the music that you’re playing. Or maybe he did it himself, or maybe he just needed help, or maybe it’s all above.
But one thing’s certain…
It wasn’t us.