Turn the dial,
Stroke the flames.
Life’s a river,
I’m in denial,
Got no one else to blame.
Such a shame.
Yeah, such such a shame.

Left to sit in a pile…
Of my own waste,
It’s been awhile,
Since the mirror’s been turned,
And I’m left face to face.
With the weight and the guilt,
Once displaced.

Maybe I’m the bad guy, maybe I’m the stooge.
Maybe the reason for my hurt wasn’t you!
Maybe I’m the villain, maybe I’m the poison.
Maybe I’m the one who actually hurt you!
What do I do?
What can I do?
When…
I’m an wounded animal,
That only knows how to hurt.

Turn up the radio,
I don’t want to hear it.
Let me continue to dismiss the feelings.
And manipulate the scenario.
So, I stay in control and you submit.
But yeah I’m the victim.
You just don’t understand.
I’m the victim, I’m the ******.

Just let me wallow,
In my delusions.
Because I refuse to swallow.
The bitter truth.
That I just might be the pollution.
With a hate that has broken me beyond repair.
Yeah, it’s a despair that sours taste.

So, maybe I’m the bad guy, maybe I’m the stooge.
Maybe the reason for my hurt wasn’t you!
Maybe I’m the villain, maybe I’m the poison.
Maybe I’m the one who actually hurt you!
What do I do?
What can I do?
When…
I’m an wounded animal,
That only knows how to hurt.