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 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