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Blame'n Game

Poetry By: Foliostar
Song lyrics


Tags: Needs, Revising


Hope you enjoy fast paced rap slash rock song.

It may need revising I accidently copied it lself 2wice it's hard typing on itouch keypad


Submitted:Mar 27, 2010    Reads: 46    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


Chorus Blame game Blame game. Choose a number 1 to 10. And when the day you pick my name. I will silently close the front gate. Screaming behind cause I'm leaving. In shock you'll reply it's all your fault. No suprise. She plays that old chord again. Cup over my ears using it to shut her up.And block the noise the coming from her voice. And of all just what I planned before. I have sworn. Chorus I'll take all our pictures. And tear them to pieces. Skipping your rememberance.That are running, from the closet on my bed streaming through in my head. This is me. Just trying to complete. This mess you've made. Just trying to ignore complaints. Your best deeds Come with the worst intentions. I had descretion when you sent home that package. With that same old gossipping. About Blame, same game. Here we are to play your cards. When my turn comes I'll be out the door. Then with my friends you've left your mark. I haste the day it's your turn. Then you'll learn not to start this blame game. Come again count it out one to to ten. I'd say your a 13 cause you bring bad luck to parties. Don't pardon my exit.If your waiting for a return. When you mess with my head.nough with this gossipping I'll scream somebody stop this women. From playing Blame game Blame game. Everyone knows your the guiltyest. Every time I burned our bridges. You cane back to seal them up. Everynught before I woke I had to pull out the stiches. That you gave to my emotions. What's to gain from what i'm sayin Acting like you got me tied around your finger. I'm your little puppet on a string. But no way will I let you play that game. To the next guy that comes knocking. I'll tell him Chorus To take all the pictures of the walls. And tear them to pieces. Skipping your memories before the come. On him like a haunting That are running, from the closet on my bed streaming through in my head. This is me. Just trying to complete. This mess you've made. Just trying to ignore your complaints. When you lay down the pain. Acting like you got me tied around your finger. I'm your little puppet on a string. But no way will I let you play that game. To the next guy that comes knocking. I'll tell him Chorus To take all the pictures of the walls. And tear them to pieces. Skipping your memories before they come. On him like a haunting . I know he'll experience the same thing I did. Playing Chorus Blame game, Blame game. Choose a number 1 to 10. And when the day you pick my name. I will silently close the front gate. Screaming behind cause I'm leaving. In shock you'll reply it's all my fault. But I know it's not. Cause the problem is you.




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