Bosnian Rainbows Morning Sickness
Everyday has been somewhat of a bore to me
I wake up in the morning wanting to be loved
By your grown shadow
Haunting my sickness
I walked over centuries worth of land no man could give to me
When I found the one he took all the same and pain away
All I can say is I blame you for loving me
All I can say is I blame you, blame you
For all the hurting
By the emptiness
Breathing fire into the night
Thinking of you, it feels so done
Open folded, those were the days...
All I can say is I blame you for loving me
All I can say is I blame you, blame you
For all the hurting
By the emptiness
