Not My Fault

You’re the breathing statue
of my rebellions and lies
that people doesn’t even know
you are existing in this life.

No, I didn’t bring you to the museum
You had not been a tourist spot
No, I didn’t get to clean you
Do you even know the reason why?

I liked you then, and bought you after
Then the clock had its own one full rotation
Everything has been ruined, the clock stopped ticking.
Since then, my eyes have been opened.

You’re the breathing statue
of my rebellions and lies
Damn you, oh fucking bastard
Didn’t get to make some things right.