Sometimes we simply long for a place to call home
When were wounded and bruised and beaten to the bone
Sometimes I try so hard to explain
That though the things look so bad,
Ive really got so much to gain
Chorus:
Yet, I dont need your blame game,
It twists me inside
I dont need your blame game
I have no more energy to try
Verse:
Sometimes things are simply not what they seem to be,
Yet I longed to believe that you still have trust in me
So I ask for your support to buy me some more time
But I am faced with your rapport of negative lines
Chorus:
So I dont need you blame game
It sucks the marrow from my bones
I dont need your blame game
Not in the place I called home
interlude
I need a:
A sweet embrace, with not a trace of blame
A simple gesture, my soft spoken name
A warm old quilt wrapped around this pain
A longing so simple and pure
A few moments of rest from the storm outside
To regenerate my burdened mind
To ride out the storm,
A safe haven to hide
To give me the strength to endure
Chorus
I dont need your blame game,
It twists me inside
I dont need your blame game
It takes too much energy to try
So I dont need you blame game
It sucks the marrow from my bones
I dont need your blame game
Not in the place I called home
So goodbye, good bye
Blame Game
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