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 shame 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 this 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 this emptiness