Besedila:
The Blamed

my so called friends I change my mind and I don't feel ashamed For all I know I'm better off this way No one wants to be the one who's blamed I do

standing in the middle of a crisis you see me i can't see you it's so dark if we save ourselves we allow the others to fall still so dark and would you

's better to say this in person there was a time i'd die for you but it seems there's nothing left did we ever see eye to eye come back hurt me again blame

looking dark times in the face i find hope in your arms based upon more than a feeling can you taste my confusion if you want to run away from me fear

it's been a while since i last thought of you time moves on and friends forget one another i don't mind to call but it's been years since i picked up

we protest because we're afraid of not feeling guilty for wanting to buy into the standard order of things we yell and scream for a better way confusion

at this time in my life its easier to feel loved at this moment your taking off cave in i'm on the outside looking in trying to find out who I am at the

this is it it's all over how do i carry you through the hard times i will never forget you the winds of change hurt so bad this feels like it's all my

you see the potential you see everything you see the beauty looking past i want to separate myself help me to see what you see you love what breaks your