you'll accept all the praise
but when she takes a life you'll pass me the blame
i never wanted this in any way
your pain kills me every day
and to the substances that help you enjoy it
but when you bear a child
that won't see the light of day
you'll raise your angry face and pass me the blame
that i place you before all the angels
in these few thousand years
but you look so torn and mangled
in these few thousand years
you've almost destroyed all i've done
all the pain and all the distance
that you've put between us