My Mistakes Were Made for You

And were just following the flock, round

And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens

Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame

And its the fame that put words in her mouth

She couldn't help, but spit em out

Innocence and arrogance entwined

In the filthiest of minds

She's was bitten on her birthday, and now

A face in the crowd, shes not

And i suspect that now, forever the shape

She came to escape, its forgot

And it's alot to ask and not to sting

Give her less than everything

Around your crooked conscious she will wind

Feliz aniversario :)