You can blame me, you can even be sorry I feel no doubt about me You can feel sad, you can even yell at me You are the one who cheated on me It's too late for me to sleep I can't stop thinking Because of you I have smoked all my cigarettes Looking at the

To dredge up shit inside of me in my pointless life of nothing Tell me what I'm supposed to be Tell me who I'm supposed to be Tell me what it takes to ascend Tell me what it takes to live Tell me now! Don't feel sorry don't feel sorry for me Don't need

Get over it Get over it, get over it I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me" They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of

Who do I feel sorry for? I see your pretty face, Smashed against the bathroom floor! What a disgrace! Smashed and raped! Not again. this is a real crime. What a pretty face. So, so loud Wait, but I don't realize.