They'll shift the f*cking blame
Every f*cking time
They'll find a way to look at you
Scrutiny in their swollen eyes
They will find a way to hate you
Whether or not you crossed the line
They'll learn the pattern in your path
They'll fit it to the crime
Sometimes it's truly
It is truly your fault
You held the knife, you held the knife
You murdered Valentine
So when it is your turn
Don't you point that calloused finger
It's time to drink it
That medicine you brewed
And then sometimes it's truly
It is truly your fault
Play the victim
You'd win the f*cking Oscar