I know you come home and everything you ever loved is gone, so you decide to tell yourself into believing there’s a conspiracy going on, but it’s all in your head, you find it easier to put the blame somewhere else, so now it’s softer seems like your getting all this sympathy and it making you feel good about yourself, you must be right because people are coming to you telling you how sorry they are, but the truth is right in front of it’s just too hard to believe