You might think you are perfect,
A specimen of light
And shifting blame with
Your middle finger
You're so transparent,
Your words mean nothing
And once again you are the victim
In this moment, you'll fall from grace
When they're calling out your name
Will you be there to answer
Or will you ask for an invitation
Will you be there forever
I watched your beauty fade away
(You became nothing)
And it was sickening
There's blood on your hands,
Your broken fingers
And still you think you are the victim
Our lives are broken
We'll never get them back
This journey ends with you