Slit my wrists, take away the pain Slit my throat, everyone's to blame Lost in the fields of confusion Restless nights, they're not far away I came here for something and I'm not turning back A calm piece of mind but you still hold my keys Keeping my

Not on you, not on you, not on you my love (my love) So baby put the blame on me Solamente te falta un beso I don't really, really wanna fight anymore I don't really, really wanna fake it no more Play me like The Beatles, baby, just let it be So come and

Come on and get me Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? You never met me You don't need a disclaimer You're not really famous One, two, three, four Crossed out, wrists bound

How can I blame you For takin' over my daydreams? I wanna scream it, I'm sorry But I can't 'cause I'm long overdue Oh I wanna blame it on you For showin' up at the party? Lookin' through me in that way Saw somethin' inside of me break

I said I never gave a fuck. I'll be the first one to let you know again. Things will never change unless this world comes to an end. I'm sick and Twisted and you're the one to blame. Sex drugs and violence go hand in Hand with fame. So who wants to be my

Blame it on my youth. If I cried a little bit When first I learned the truth, Don't blame it on my heart, If I expected love when first we kissed, If only for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three, You meant more than anything,

And I could try to run, but it would be useless I'll never be the same And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe It’s you, babe You’re to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I’ll never ever, ever be the same Just like nicotine, rushin' me, touching

But I'm not close to perfect I'm not close to sane I'm not the one to worship And I'm not the one to blame But you made up your mind And put me on your stage Just take it all back I'm not the king of anything Can't take another second of this hell

Into the river below, running from the inferno I'll take all the blame, the front page, and the fame Into the river below You'll think I'm insane, but you'll all know my name I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken; you can't fix it Don't make me 'cause I'll

Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things