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Blame

Would it feel bad

If I let you go

Instead of blaming you

For all I know

What would it feel like

If I turn the Stones

Under which you have buried

All the bones

I think I had it

In me all along

The will to turn around

And carry on

I just can not live

With you blaming me

The reason's deeper

Than what you see

I am drained

But I just want more

Of the pain

Until I'm sore

And out of pain

We are all rising from

We form a circle with

Ending forlorn