It's not me, it's you.
By the time you come to understand,
I shan’t be there to hold your hand.
It’s not you, it’s me. Or is it that,
Do you agree?
Course you do, it’s never you.
Always it was the course of justice perverted,
Just to hurt your righteous pride.
The rest of the world responsible for your demise.
Why get so upset when you know they’re never there.
On them you cannot depend, no ones out to be your best friend.
So wrapped up in your own mind, broken trust, pieces yet to find.
Oh but that’s not true, or els all this grief you’d not go through.
That’s your problem, what’s all this pain.
Lonely nights on hurts fright train.
I’m not sorry, no I’m not. When it’s you that’s lost the plot.
So fucking blinded by any light, shut the curtains, that just might,
Rid hopes promise our your sight.
So fuck off you, go away.
Leave right now without delay.
For you, your soul, I shall still pray.
But I have nothing directly left to say.
There, see you, have it your way.
