I Was To Blame by Tarik Muslimovic
I hate the way you are, so close to me but
yet so far. I hate the way you looked at me
that one night with those beautiful green
eyes, but who would have thought they were
tellin lies. When we had fights, I always
took the blame on me and I always seemed
pain-free.The problems I had you never
understood, I never thought you would and I
don't think anybody could.
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