Maybe it's still your gamenRoses, all the fame,nI get you half the timenAnd share you with their eyesnnBut I know you're not to blamenYou're never part of it, it's always never anybody's fault.nnI couldn't have my way is what we heard you saynI kinda like your lies, but then everybody lies.nnI know you're not to blamenYou're never part of it, it's always never anybody's fault.nnWhether they want it you show 'em a thingnWhether they want it you show 'em a thingnMaking them hold on, making them hold onnWhat I meant to say is you're a fucking bratnnWhether they want it you show 'em a thingnWhether they want it you show 'em a thingnMaking them hold on, making them hold onnWhat I meant to say is you're a fucking bratnnI know you're not to blamenYou're never part of it, it's always someone else's...nnI know you're not to blamenYou're never part of it, it's all the samennI know you're not to blamenYou're never part of it, it's always never anybody's fault.n