Bryanna Rain

Souvenirs of pain
Non-physical
Colour me again,"Miss Miserable"
Voodoo that you do
Weaponized
Not until you're through
Have I realized
I've only got myself to blame
In name...
There's plenty of blame to go round
You cast my name into the ground
Poison me, with rumours that you pass on
Plain to see, the hate we share in common
Pouring again
Words begin to turn.
I'm gasoline, and it's your time to burn.
My vengeance stokes the flame, it's a shame
There's plenty of shame to go round

I burnt your ego to the ground
Hooray for me
You go back to Manchester, I will stay in The Hills
Now you're the shining hero
Calling me a shrew.
I'm given cause to wonder
Can vengeance lead to murder?
You would be so naked
Without your golden crown.
Accusations, burn through my brain
For homicide, was I really to blame?
Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame...