Souvenirs of pain
Non-physical
Colour me again,"Mr.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 food fit for a moron

Plain to see, the hate we share in common
Pouring again
Worms 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 !@^%house to the ground
Hooray for me
You go back to Manchester,I will stay in New York

Now you're the queen of England
Calling me a serf.
I'm given cause to wonder

Can arson lead to murder?
You would be so pretty
Beneath a peck of dirt.

Accusations, burn through my brain
For homicide, was I really to blame?
Blame

Blame
Blame
Blame

Blame
Blame....
L.Whitsel/P.Allgood/B.Smith, BMI

(c)2009 All Rights Reserved.