Morning Sickness Bosnian Rainbows

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 the emptiness

Breathing fire into the night
Thinking of you, it feels so done
Open folded, those were the days...
Those were the days...
Those were the days...
Those were the...

All I can say is I blame you for loving me
All I can say is I blame you, blame you
All I can say is I blame you for loving me
All I can say is I blame you, blame you