As you look into my eyes
I know you are lost
And want to be home again
And as fool as I am
I let you to be mine
Again

My fingers are wandering
Your breathe on my skin
Cursing love magic spell
And all of these
Love scars
They had say it
We're meant to be

At 3 she wanted to be
A ballerina
At 6 she wanted to be
A teacher
At 13 she wanted to be
Pretty and loved
At 14 she wanted to be
A girl who has skull body
At 15 all she wants
Are happiness
Endless laughter
Bursting loves
At 16 she wants to be dead

Feeling unattractive
I blame the mirror
Feeling my voice is cracking
I blame the radio
Feeling no one is clapping
I blame the show

Feeling the weakness
I blame your sweetness
Feeling like I'm falling
I blame boys
Feeling like lost in love
You're the one I blame

Feeling like a trash
I blame society
Feeling empty
I blame happy people
Feeling uncompleted
I blame lovers

Feeling like no one is right
Feeling like I'm unwelcomed
Feeling super suicidal
I don't blame the blade
I blame myself