Who puts me to blame?
When I watched the weak flame
Go dim on the wick frame
Again I ask, who puts me to blame
For burning the flame low?
Or losing the onset glow?
When long thoughts I’ve had in silent stir
And many nights observed in quiet stare
Yet… not anymore
Tease my soul no more
Groped too long in this cage of craving
No more can my soul take this evil aching
Put me not to blame
for killing this dying flame
Save my soul the blame game
for pulling my heart outta the game
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