It's back to this,
the point where I am oh so afraid,
afraid of what?
or maybe what the idea of you is bound to bring,
along with the music I showed you,
the ideas I impregnated into your head,
the things you would have never known, in heart,
you have me to blame,
for the burst of enlightenment that was ever bestowed upon you,
you could also blame me,
for the position you are in now, happy and smiling,
without any thought of me, in reality,
you have me to blame.