Heat, no light, the fever, the heat, low light. Defeat. The day I lost mine, the day I was taken from my innocence. Laying in my room, aflame, ashamed, with my verdict, Blame. I love you. Do you love me? You do? Prove it. Gimme the sign you're mine, give me the sign. Sign yourself to me, benign, be mine, with my verdict, Blame. That night, the fright, which I reveal in hindsight was not your right. You stole, no fight, but my lips held tight and the plans were for you, despite the fact I might, with my verdict, Blame. And as you surrounded me, momentarily, I thought that it was fine, that to you, I was mine. And as you pulled me in, to my road, a sin, I believe inside that was no need for Blame. And then you spoke, hey what a wonderful joke, your virtue I broke. But at least you knew I loved you, right? That I loved you in action, not just by word or name. With my verdict, Blame. There is one thing I want you to know. Despite the fact and even though you took my first and thus my name, I render my verdict, Blame. The last word on the subject aught give to you the sickness brought I serve to you the blame, my trust in you and your pretty name I just as soon forget