It doesn't matter what is real
In here the truth has no chance
Guilty from the perception
Rather than the evidence
Responsibility
Never finds Your reflection
The victim carefully see's
Only what's useful to imagine
Finally
You are what you wanted to become
The blame is on me
I, the great disappointment
Even when things are alright
Still a complaint you'll find
Believing there is a target
For you maliciously designed
Seemingly powerless
All to happy to commiserate
Don't change circumstance
Just stay under it's weight