C'est Pas Ma Faute

Tybalt (tom ross)
The memories we invent
Are the most beautiful
Childhood is more disturbing
When everything is fake
Mine was stolen, I was betrayed
I am the son of hatred and contempt

They put blinders on me, and they said
The others, they want war
You will want it too
And I grew up in the shadow of feelings
Far too dark, far too gloomy,
For a child
Alone, I am all alone
Alone, always too alone

It's not my fault
It's not my fault
If my parents made me
What I am, what you see
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
I am the arm of their vengeance
And I owe them obedience

It's not my fault
Don't look at me like that
It's not my fault
I didn't have, no, not a choice
I am the son of their violence
Proud of his birth

It's not my fault,
Oh no, no, no
It's not my fault
Don't look at me like that
It's not my fault
I didn't have, no, not a choice
I am the son of their violence
Proud of his birth

The memories we invent
Are the most beautiful
Childhood is more disturbing
When everything is fake
Mine was stolen, I was betrayed
I am the son of hatred and contempt