A speaker takes all the blame for failure and pain, confessing to drowning in longing, living a lie, and coping with alcohol and pills. Raw and desperate, the monologue spirals through self-destruction and the conviction that everything about their existence is false.
Put the blame all on me. Put the blame all on me. Tell me, yeah, I'm weak. Yeah, you want to be free. Throw away all our dreams, leave it all incomplete. Keep the waves out at sea, put the blame all on me. It's been some days now since you let me fall down. Wish I could say how I miss you when I drown. Whiskey and pills on my nights, damn, I'm run down. Damn, run down. I've seen things Things you'll never see. My whole life is make-believe. Such a goddamn lie.
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