The Blame Game Pt. 2 Blame is such a fickle thing In changes with the winds It shifts and shapes to fit your heart And kills you from within You told me not to blame myself Some something years ago I aim to keep that promise But I’m breaking down, you know I held your hand and guided you Right up to death’s door It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault, you see No more, I say, no more.
I’m aliveeeee! (Kind of?) I’m gonna be more active I’m gonna be more active I promise
