Janez Detd - Blame

I blame myself, for not ignoring you
for guys like me, it's just the brutal truth
No relationships, without boundaries
or snobby rules of credibility

If i had found you soner
maybe you had found me saner

She dons a nice and sparkling red top
figure hugging soft to touch
black and baggy trousers
to facilitate
whiping of records
on her teenage but
Breathing, bleeding

I close my eyes and wonder why
She's really gone (i close my eyes)
We never fought, no harsh jwords,
We got along (we got along)

It's over, why don't you believe me
it's hard enough

She's what i eat, she's what i
breat and sleep