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...