Victim

Romaji

Isn’t it funny
We worship a moon that stole its light from the sun
Here that?
Believers, they speak
Oink oink
Like how I was so naive
When will it be my turn, my turn
I’m not just some tragic victim
But when I learn, will I learn
How many bridges do I have to burn
Isn’t it pretty
All my life
All my poetry leaving me
And the angels sing
Surrounding me
Put me to sleep
Then it dawned on me that all I wanted was
An approval that you’re never willing to give
Hate to admit I’ve done it all for you
I am a wolf, I’m a crow, I’m a bat
A butterfly in disguise
I’m in the air, in the sea, in the moment
I’m in you, in me
When will it be my turn, my turn
I’m not just some tragic victim
But when will I learn, will I learn
It’s just me in this world
I’m alone, I’m complete
Still waiting for my turn, my turn
Even though I’m outnumbered
Now, you have me torn
You have me torn
Can’t remember who I was before