Start off your cries
And [bad word] You're not Justified.
Your Intuition leaves me
Nothing left into disguise.

This problem is your own
I'd Rather be left alone
Your battle scars to fall,
Find another place to crawl.

You can place the blame,
But no one's listening.
 [bad word] 
I don't want you here with me,
Cause all your pressure falls on me.
So Take Your Smoking Gun from me.
I your only tragedy?

And still you try in vain
Convincing no one loved your pride.
For being a taste of all your chains
And lost, you still reside.
I am your Only Cure
The wounds can't heal no more
You cry and know the scars
Now Your backs against the wall.

You can place the blame
But no one's listening.
 [bad word] 
I don't want you here with me
Cause all your pressure falls on me,
So Take Your Smoking Gun from me
I your only tragedy?

I don't want you here with me
Cause all your pressure falls on me
So Take Your Smoking Gun from me
I your only tragedy?