I'm not very good with words At least not the ones that come out of my mouth When you're around me But i have a talent for writing down My thoughts and my frames of what surrounds me It doesn't matter now what you give, i'll never be satisfied It kills me not to let you in, but i have no explanation why I want more The saddest most truthful eyes, and still i seem to Put all the blame, i'm blaming it on you The world's most devious lie and still i seem to Put all my trust in blaming it on you