Guiltlessness was stolen from me Who do I blame? I'm surrounded by thieves It seems that we're all carrying A heavy baggage of unfortunate things We are the bearers of bad news Bad news, bad news, bad news
You can choose what you gain You can't choose what you lose
Pointing fingers and looked at different Is that the concept of special treatment? But I know what you think That I'm useless, that I'm weak
Why do they state the obvious? I know I'm missing something.
I am and so are you We're not special or different.