Look for me, find me stretched across mythology,
The sick, the twisted, the cold and lonely.
I'm Midas's greedy golden touch, honey,
The uninvited fairy queen, funny,
How it all turns out the same.
I'm the poisened apple the princess swallows,
The snake's instruction's that poor Eve followed.
Find me in every story, in every book,
The one the sunshine overlooked,
Who always gets the blame.

It all turns out the same,
Hopelessly bitter, I always get the blame.

Nothing but a hollow shell, cold,
Nothing solid inside for you to hold.
Can't stand myself so why should you?
Didn't ask you to like me, just wished for you to.
Doesn't matter, it all turns out the same.
Somehow still I expected more,
From my love, though frozen to the core.
I stare at you untl you turn my way,
Recoil from your eyes, run far away.
I hand myself the blame.

It all turns out the same,
Hopelessly bitter, I always get the blame.

If only the knife wasn't so sharp,
I'd pull it closer to my heart.
But maybe one day I'll wake from this dream,
Maybe I won't need to be so extreme.
I guess it all turns out the same.
My dreams are nothingmore than mirrors,
Reflecting the nothingness, displaying my errors.
My futile attempts to become real,
Doesn't matter what I do, I still can't feel.
Just give me the blame.

It all turns out the same,
Hopelessly bitter, I always get the blame.

You think everything's fine, if only you knew,
But then it's only my crutch to see the day through.
This fear's like gas, killing my drive,
And the hope of the life for which I strive.
Will it all turn out the same?
I want to live, laugh and love like I see in my mind,
But it's only inside my head, confined.
I try to keep going but as the saying goes,
One step forwards, two steps back, who knows,
Why I always get the blame.

It all turns out the same,
Hopelessly bitter, I always get the blame.
I give myself the blame.