Blame it on the shame
Blame it on the judgmental tunes, that come from their soul
Blame it on the weather, who knows?
Eyes to the feet
Feet the floor
Blame on anyone
You don't want to be here anymore...
Open the gift to life
Close it fast
Blame it on God
This is going to last.
They take out the innocent
Leave the rude
Blame it on yourself
That you're still you.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Blame it on the shame
Blame it on the judgmental tunes, that come from their soul
Blame it on the weather, who knows?
Eyes to the feet
Feet the floor
Blame on anyone
You don't want to be here anymore...
Open the gift to life
Close it fast
Blame it on God
This is going to last.
They take out the innocent
Leave the rude
Blame it on yourself
That you're still you.
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