Burning inside, slumped over, living a lie
I reach for the whip to tame the beast
Your eyes judge what they do not know
Don't look at me that way
The words you use behind closed doors, make their way down the hall
I'm not your fucking scapegoat,
Is it so hard to see the truth?
How much more do I have to prove?
What am I supposed to do?
When nothing I say, no matter how true,
Will make the actions of yesterday easier for you.
Why can't you get over it?
The reflection that you see, does it haunt you, daily?
I'm not your fucking scapegoat,
Is it so hard to see the truth?
How much more do I have to prove?
I'm not the one to blame.
There's a little me inside all of you.