I am not to blame. I know you think it was me who tore your ever so fragile heart, but I swear it's not my fault.
Where a heart used to beat, a monster sleeps. Awaken by inner turmoil and rage, he sets loose on a violent rampage.
He controls me, a manipulative puppet master. My fists swing while my head throbs, vision slowly slips away.
It all goes blank, but when the monster breaks and I'm awake... I AM LEFT TO BLAME.
The all to recognizable sent of blood and tears pull through to my consciousness.
I blink, shocked.
It's a take over, so take cover,
from the merciless wrath of HATE.