Blame

(Blame) (Blame) I messed up, get dressed up, confess up The worst of my feelings are very mischieving My best of, consists of, the rest of My being, that I've gotten good at concealing And I don't know why I can't close my eyes And escape to the places that I visualize Maybe it's the fear? No, it must be the fear Of the unknown and actually leaving I struggle and blame myself (Blame) I struggle and blame myself (Blame) It's my fault The guilt that ties knots in my stomach And taunts as it carries the weight of contemptment Suppressed by the highs, undressed by my eyes Temporary relief like a substance And I can't make sense of my flawed conscience As it's caught in the toils of its residence Gut check on myself, time for therapy help Navigating the waters of my mental health Too much, too hard, too soon to find the comfort in Learning pain is your friend Too bad, so sad, you dug the trench you're living in Survival takes digging in It's too late, too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, to give up now I'm on the outside looking in I struggle and blame myself (Blame) I struggle and blame myself (Blame) I struggle and blame myself (Blame) I struggle and blame myself (Blame) It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault (It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault) It's my fault (It's my fault, it's my fault) (Blame) (Blame)