I'll show you one day that you can't hold me down,
and I will blame you for all the inherited flaws that you gave me,
like the anxiety,
and when you're basking in my glory,
I'll tell you all the things I was always too scared to admit,
and you know what I hope happens?
I hope you feel like shit.

You'll blame me, and you'll tell me that its somehow my fault,
just like you always do, its always my fucking fault,
but you know what, its not,

THIS IS NOT MY FAULT. THIS IS NOT MY FAULT.
THIS IS NOT MY FAULT.

I never opened my eyes and realized,
just what you were doing, by manipulating me,
and let me tell you,
I'm pretty pissed now that I can see,
but you were blind to me.