Withering the everything in you,
Whatever makes you happy,
Shame looks good on you.
Everything is not the way i wanted it to be,
I payed for all my past mistakes;
The finger points at me.
The blame is still; i know,
Baby's gone to pay.
Coming back tomorrow;
What am i supposed to say?
Do you know how i feel?
Everybody seems to understand;
Everybody but you.
I punch your code but i'm empty on the line,
Nothing new to tell you;
Nothing i might find.
And i'm the one to blame for all my past mistakes,
Given like a virus and taken from this place.
But i don't know who to tell,
I don't know who to blame.
1 | Ringfinger |
2 | Breathing In |
3 | Prize Fighter |
4 | Year Of The Locust |
5 | Insomnia |
6 | Light Sleeper |
7 | Only If You Wanted Me To |
8 | Sore Loser |