He takes the blame
For his familys pain.
"Its not your fault son,"
I hear them say.
And what does he have now
But broken dreams
And only promises
That theyll never keep.
Cant you see, this boy is me?
Cant you see, this boy is me?
The tension builds,
The hurting words,
The yelling voice,
The falling tear.
The tension builds,
The hurting words,
The yelling voice,
The falling tear.
He takes the blame
For his familys pain.
"Its not your fault son,"
I hear them say.
And what does he have now
But broken dreams?
And there is no chance they will ever be together again.
Cant you see, this boy is me?
Cant you see, this boy is me?
The tension builds,
The hurting words,
The yelling voice,
The falling tear.
The children are crying out,
"Whos to blame for this?".
The children are crying out,
"Youre the one to blame."
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