Blame

Blaming all the shame

It's like a naming game

Pointing fingers like a gun to my brain

Watching my fingers smoke after blowing out the flame

I seem so wrong but so right, I'm turning out to be so lame

Living a life never finding the answer is starting to be all the same

This means so much to myself to become someone who is tame

But it's leading my mind to become more insane

Not recognizing the person I became

So at the end of the day I'm to blame