Blame
It's not my fault, it never is,
But you can't seem to grasp this fact.
It's fine because I know deep down,
You see yourself, and then you frown.
You do not like what you see—
You wish, in fact, that you were me.
So you tarnish,
You tarnish,
How you see me in your head,
But deep down, I know you dread
The moment you realize who you are.
It leaves a scar.
You see me as a villain
When the villain is you.
You have a bad day, which you say is my fault
When I was not even there to be seen.
This does not matter in the least
Because, in your head, I only feast,
At the thought of you failing at life.
You soul is the victim; I am the knife.
You see me as a villain
When the villain is you.
But you can't seem to grasp this fact.
It's fine because I know deep down,
You see yourself, and then you frown.
You do not like what you see—
You wish, in fact, that you were me.
So you tarnish,
You tarnish,
How you see me in your head,
But deep down, I know you dread
The moment you realize who you are.
It leaves a scar.
You see me as a villain
When the villain is you.
You have a bad day, which you say is my fault
When I was not even there to be seen.
This does not matter in the least
Because, in your head, I only feast,
At the thought of you failing at life.
You soul is the victim; I am the knife.
You see me as a villain
When the villain is you.