Byron Clarke - Self Inflicted

Self Inflicted by stereotype

1^st Verse

As I stand on the sands of the sea

Everybody wanna dictate to me, who I should be

And as the commence to play their wit at my expense

Judgementally, who should I be

And as the light dies and the streets are lonely

Coming of night time, try to console me

Fraction of light shines through, when fate alludes

Chorus

And these tears are, and these wounds are, and this pain is self inflicted

Tell me who’s to blame, shame on me

Let them get to me

2^nd Verse

Staring down that microphone called life,

Pulling my focus onto me, and only me

Looking for strength, searching for the hope that was there

Now it’s gone and I need it to come back to me

And in the night time when it’s lonely me

Stripping away lies, that the world once sold me

Piece of myself shines through, when my soul shines though

Chorus

And these tears are, and these wounds are, and this pain is self inflicted

Tell me who’s to blame, shame on me

Let them get to me

3^rd Verse

And as the lights die and the streets are lonely

Coming of night time, try to console me

Fraction of life shines through, these wounds are, self inflicted

Chorus

And these tears are, and these wounds are, and this pain is self inflicted

Tell me who’s to blame, shame on me

Let them get to me