There’s maggots in my eye
Bugs where I lie
And dirt suffocating my heart

What once was beating and red
Is now decaying and dead
And you say it was all my part

Is everything I’ve ever done
Withering the golden sun
Is it all my fault?

I’m not perfect, though I should
Don’t you know I’m no good?

You tell me you care
That you’ll always be there
No matter where
When or how
My heart is a thumping drum
You make it the snare
Anger and a flare
Touch it, but you dare
When, now?

They blamed it all on me
And so if that’s what they want me to be
Sweet, they know I never could
So “dangerous” is what I’ll be