Are the words that you say.
You act like what I'm going thru is no work, all play.
One second your fine,
the next theres a crime.
Its always her fault.
always his mess.
and I'm the one in the 40 dollar dresss, yeah
its myyyyy fault.
and I doooo care.
and now I have all of this perfect hair. that your gettin' for me now now
its myyyy fault.
and all I can say is please.
lets get thru this.
lets be a family!
im tired of waking up alone.
your only leaving a note saying your not home.
bein in italy, wont fix that! no!
its myyyy fault.
I understand.
I keep on blocking up what needs to be cleared
I keep on being the reason for your beers.
its ok if you keep it to your self.
but let me tell you, im grown up myself.
I feel like I have the mother, not the father,
I feel like I'm not even the daughter.
lets get thru this,
lets be a family.
cuz its myyyy fault.
and now Im spinning, I cant seeeeeee!
Its myyyyy cause,
I'm saving the family.
Itssss myyyyyy faaault.
I see, I see, I seeeeeeeee.
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