Is it because you know my name?
Or is it because you saw my face on the cover?
Either way it's all the same,
It's like talking to a friend,
Who's trying to be your lover.
Underneath it all,
I know it's not your fault,
That you don't understand.
I blame myself.
How could you know,
What it feels like to fight the hounds of hell?
You think you know me so well.
How could you know,
What it's like to be outside yourself?
You think you know me so well.
I just want you to realize I blame, I blame myself.
I blame myself for my reputation.