My Fault, Your Fault (new, just finished)

[sylvey]

Shaka-shaka my fault,

Shaka-shaka hey!

"You did this,
It is all your fault
You took that gun
From your parent's vault
You pointed the muzzle
Upon the metal where sunlight gleams
You pulled that trigger,
And made this mess,
Scattering your hopes and dreams!"

Shaka-shaka your fault,

Shaka-shaka yay yay!

"I had none anyway, don't worry hun!
And it's not like I have to worry about being caught,
Dead people can't run!
And if you want me to take the blame,
And if you want me to feel like shit,
Well, here's what you do:
Go fuck yourself and splatter your own brains
There you go, that's it!"