The Victim
You are the victim, partially deranged
Why don't they understand
To them your suffering is strange
You're doing what you can
Your perception is that you are not at fault
Comprehension is that of a constant assault
You put it out, so everyone knows your name
Whatever could go wrong
Your only motive is to capture fame
And hope it comes along
Simple minded, the world won't see you as you do
You've been blinded by thoughts that everyone will love you
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left
Look at me I need attention now
But only the good kind
Compliments is all I will allow
Stop messing with my mind
Your decision causes you heartache and pain
Criticism is the only constant in this game
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left
Everybody wants a world of joy and laughter
Where the sun shines through
A waterfall of compliments is what you're after
But that's not awaiting you
You are the victim, partially deranged
Why don't they understand
To them your suffering is strange
You're doing what you can
Why don't they understand
To them your suffering is strange
You're doing what you can
Your perception is that you are not at fault
Comprehension is that of a constant assault
You put it out, so everyone knows your name
Whatever could go wrong
Your only motive is to capture fame
And hope it comes along
Simple minded, the world won't see you as you do
You've been blinded by thoughts that everyone will love you
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left
Look at me I need attention now
But only the good kind
Compliments is all I will allow
Stop messing with my mind
Your decision causes you heartache and pain
Criticism is the only constant in this game
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left
Everybody wants a world of joy and laughter
Where the sun shines through
A waterfall of compliments is what you're after
But that's not awaiting you
You are the victim, partially deranged
Why don't they understand
To them your suffering is strange
You're doing what you can
Credits
Writer(s): Donald Brooks
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