Souvenirs of pain
Non-physical
Colour me again,"Miss Miserable"
Voodoo that you do
Weaponized
Not until you're through
Have I realized
I've only got myself to blame
In name...
There's plenty of blame to go round
You cast my name into the ground
Poison me, with rumours that you pa** on
Plain to see, the hate we share in common
Pouring again
Words begin to turn.
I'm gasoline, and it's your time to burn.
My vengeance stokes the flame, it's a shame
There's plenty of shame to go round
I burnt your ego to the ground
Hooray for me
You go back to Manchester, I will stay in The Hills
Now you're the shining hero
Calling me a shrew.
I'm given cause to wonder
Can vengeance lead to murder?
You would be so naked
Without your golden crown.
Accusations, burn through my brain
For homicide, was I really to blame?
Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame...