Blame

I blame myself, for not ignoring you for guys like me, it's just the brutal truth No relationships, without boundaries or snobby rules of credibility If i had found you soner maybe you had found me saner She dons a nice and sparkling red top figure hugging soft to touch black and baggy trousers to facilitate whiping of records on her teenage but Breathing, bleeding I close my eyes and wonder why She's really gone (i close my eyes) We never fought, no harsh jwords, We got along (we got along) It's over, why don't you believe me it's hard enough She's what i eat, she's what i breat and sleep