Scapegoat:
Happiness at home is mourning
This has not been a pleasant morning
I heard my folks scream, both of them, the two
They looked at me and said it was you
Why did you treat me this way?
Is your hate all you can say?
I am not the scapegoat
For why you walked away as you took your coat
I struggle on what to do
I asked my sister “is it good for me and you?”
Is it heaven? Is it hell?
It’s really quite hard to tell
Why did you treat us this way?
Is your hate all you can say?
We are not the scapegoat
For why you walked away as you took your coat
Why did you do it?
Just tell us the real bit
We’re sick of your fake s**t
The time with us, did you hate it?
It’s really quite hard to tell
Why did you treat us this way?
Is your hate all you can say?
We are not the scapegoat
For why you walked away as you took your coat
No matter what you say
Our happiness is here to stay
Just go away and back to your brew
I’m just sick of hearing all the nasty things from you
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