At Fault

Got no reason,
I just want to let it out
Who would have thought
A simple burn could cure so

I stubbed that cigarette in the palm of my hand
Least now, you'll understand

Got no sickness
Only a perpetual dread
You look at me with shame
Yet you are guilty of the same thing

I break my veins so I could feel something new
It's actually helps me drag on through

Got a solution
In a lifetime of disappointment
I'd rather use a razor
Than a soiled needle

I stubbed that cigarette in the palm of my hand
Least now, you'll understand
I break my veins so I could feel something new
It's actually helps me drag on through

I'm no more at fault
Thank you

The End

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