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The Blame Lies
oh the world keeps on turning
even as my body is yearning
for the ugly art I paint on my skin
each mark a portrait, each one a sin
each one a memory with a sharpened voice
each one a horribly wrong choice
to give into the sorrow, to bow to the pain
so I live my life with all the blame
it's all my fault, no one to blame
but myself for showing my pain
a soul in turmoil, a heart in dispair
a body in danger, a mind in disrepair
all in need of a kindred spirit who cares
all for want of someone who is no longer there.
