Fault
I used to think the world would end
If I left something out of line
You chew me up, you spit me out
Now I'm the one apologising
A good girl plays but not too much
Never cries, talks just enough
I guess I'll just keep saying sorry
I couldn't count the nights that I lose
Just to keep the burden from you
And it's all my fault
When it's not my fault
All these things I'm guilty of
They're not my fault
Carrying this heavy load
There's no one else to blame but me
Getting tired stunted growth
I'm still the child I used to be
A good girl plays and sobers up
I never cry, never blush
I guess I'll just keep saying sorry
And I keep counting all the nights that I lose
But the burden is falling on you
And it's all my fault
When it's not my fault
All these things I'm guilty of
They're not my fault
Always the same it's no coming of age
I pull back, eventually drive them away
I guess that it's easy they don't know my name
If it makes it easy then I'll take the blame
It's awfully abundant, so I'll go without
Sentenced to life stealing words from your mouth
If Mary's a virgin it pleases the crowd
Oh Heavenly Father, tell me are you proud?
If I left something out of line
You chew me up, you spit me out
Now I'm the one apologising
A good girl plays but not too much
Never cries, talks just enough
I guess I'll just keep saying sorry
I couldn't count the nights that I lose
Just to keep the burden from you
And it's all my fault
When it's not my fault
All these things I'm guilty of
They're not my fault
Carrying this heavy load
There's no one else to blame but me
Getting tired stunted growth
I'm still the child I used to be
A good girl plays and sobers up
I never cry, never blush
I guess I'll just keep saying sorry
And I keep counting all the nights that I lose
But the burden is falling on you
And it's all my fault
When it's not my fault
All these things I'm guilty of
They're not my fault
Always the same it's no coming of age
I pull back, eventually drive them away
I guess that it's easy they don't know my name
If it makes it easy then I'll take the blame
It's awfully abundant, so I'll go without
Sentenced to life stealing words from your mouth
If Mary's a virgin it pleases the crowd
Oh Heavenly Father, tell me are you proud?
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Writer(s): Sian Fuller
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