We are constantly looking for who's at fault
No matter the circumstances, it's always the first thought
It sticks in our minds, for all eternity
We will not rest, until there's certainty
We are too insecure to simply let things be
Pushing ourselves to self destruction, just to see
What we feel is the 'truth' to what went on
Whether it's suicide, or blew up by a bomb
It's the one weakness that we all have
It's the slit of a wrist; a gut that's been stabbed
It's the stress your life, that leads to your demise
Preventing you from making decisions that are wise
It's what will bring you down, all the way to the end
No matter what you do, to your death, it will send
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