Victim

Another song I wrote, been sick for days and all I wanted is to write songs
I've wrote a lot of songs, but I didn't finish, you know only parts of it. This one, I've finish writing it but I don't know how the music goes. Literally don't know, I don't even know how to sing it- so I guess it's still a poem? Whatever, so here's how the lyrics goes


What more does it take
For a mime to smile
Guess it's just part of nature
There's nothing we can change


But it keeps stating a complain
It says its taking grief
And it's all my fault
Believe me, I've had enough


Can you call my name
Without throwing any blame
I'm drained of this game
And it took more than one hand- to aim


With me being stained
Oh I don't mean no complain
But the facts being chained
It should all've been plain


Please help me to spread the wings I have left
But you didn't answer
I don't understand whatever I did wrong
Is my existence a sin?


I've put all sweats to cope
But I don't see no hope
So I'll just finish the cough
Cause I had enough

Can you call my name

Without stating any blame

I'm drained of this game

And it took more than one hand- to aim

With me being stained

But no I ain't throwing a complain

The facts being chained

Oh it should've been plain

Now it's all to my head

It hurts me

I can't take more of your words

I'm need of a hit, or a dope

Just to get me sleep away

I don't understand where I did wrong

And no, I never complain

Oh but what is a blame,

Without a victim to claim

Can you call my name

Without stating any blame

I'm drained of this game

And it took more than one hand- to aim

With me being stained

But no I ain't throwing a complain

The facts being chained

Oh it should've been plain

Oh and by the way I'm halfway done doing to chords/music for the previous song which I called Bullshit I think I'm going to call it Blinded.

Oh and also, this song is originally written on a piece of paper and inspired by Paper Bag but mostly the lyrics inspired of my true experience. True story~