your tongue whispers your grand fate

its not your fault you look upon yourself haste

continue to look around for someone at fault

someone else to blame for your pain,

wondering your solutions give you headaches

nobody would understand what you’re

trying to state anyway

have you done this to yourself

all that stands in the room is you

though theres evil into your eyes

all day and every night

you stay there blurry eyed though i understand why