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Friday, January 21, 2011

The Blame Game (A Prequel)

I decided after writing the actual blog to this post that this should see the light of day. Not to be negative, but to show the frustration I was feeling at the time of this writing in written word. I stand behind what I wrote, but not the manner at which it may sound. Take it for what it's worth. There are no hidden messages, no ill thoughts, or slanderous messages. Take MY words for what they are worth, and THEIR words as part of a song. That's all I want to say about this.


"Blame Game" by Kanye West (Feat. John Legend)

Let's play the blame game, I love you, more. 
Let's play the blame game for sure. 
Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more. 
Let's call out names, names, for sure. 
I'll call you bitch for sure... 
As a last resort, and my first resort. 
You call me motherfucker forlorn. 
At the end of it you know we both were wrong. 
But I love to play the blame game, I love you, more.
Let's play the blame game for sure. 
Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more. 
Let's call out names, names, for sure. 
On a bathroom wall I wrote "I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" (else, else, else).
I took a piss and dismiss it like 'fuck it' and I went and found somebody else. 
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo I'd rather be by my fucking self 
Till about 2 a.m. and I call back and I hang up and start to blame myself...
Somebody help. 
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more 
Let's play the blame game for sure. 
Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more.
Let's call her names, names, for sure. 
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it. 
Stick around, some real feelings might surface. 
I had a dream last night that the world was endin' 
while you just sat there in your world of make believe pretendin' 
that all is fine, our love it shines, your heart is mine 
Time tock-tickin' away every second you livin' that lie. 
Every line is about who I don't want to write about anymore, 
but let's take a second to make sure that we settle the score.
I love you. I hate you. I can't be without you. 
I want you. I need you. But at the same time I doubt you.
My heart you may have, but my trust is on your wish list. 
Why is it the only way I can express my angst is with my fists?
So I refocus, relax, take a breath and unclench, 
put a pen in my hand as I walk away from that bench. 
Written word, rhymin', my new escape. 
But to get away from you, it might just be too late. 
So I play the asshole and tell you to runaway.
Perhaps I should make a toast, take a drink, and do the same. 
Regret you, forget you, cut you out of my life. 
With the sharp words I scribble on paper, my tongue is a knife. 
So don't kiss me goodbye 'cause I may just end your life 
by slitting a throat, and putting an end to that beautiful lie. 
But on the other side, flipped like a coin, you can't help how you're feelin'. 
But how could I go from being a hero to becoming the villain?
Don't get it twisted, once upon a time I loved you dearly,
but with RED in my eyes I think I'm finally seeing clearly. 
We're just friends, fallin', all in, the end. 
Breaking news, CNN, sorry to tell you but Superman is dead. 
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more 
Let's play the blame game for sure. 
Things used to be; now they not. 
Anything but us is who we are. 
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers, 
We've become public enemies. 
We walk away like strangers in the street; 
Gone for eternity, 
We erased one another. 
So far from where we came, with so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing? 
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E. 
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely. 
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more. 
Let's play the blame game for sure. 
Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more. 
Let's call out names, names, for sure. 
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much. 
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much. 
No, I can't love you this much 
I can't love you this much 
And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing, 
And when the phone called it just ring and ring. 
You ain't pickin' up but your phone accidentally called me back, 
And I heard the whole thing. 
I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thing...

2 comments:

  1. Wow. Why didn't you post this when you posted the blog?

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  2. it was up. for a day or so. then he took it down because then to him it was too harsh.

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