BLAME
Would it feel bad
If I let you go
Instead of blaming you
For all I know
What would it feel like
If I turn the stones
Under which you have buried
All the bones
I think I had it
In me all along
The will to turn around
And carry on
I just can not live
With you blaming me
The reason's deeper
Than what you see
I am drained
But I just want more
Of the pain
Until I'm sore
Out of pain
We are all rising from
We form a circle with
Ending forlorn