Lyric Footsteps

Don t even think about reachin me...I won t be home.
Don t even think about stoppin by. Don t think of me at all.
I did what I had to do. If there was a reason, it was you.

Don t even think about gettin inside.
Voices in me head...but it says...
I got scratches all over my arms...
One for each day since I fell apart.
I did what I had to do. If there was a reason it was you.

Footsteps in the hall...it was you.
Pictures on my chest...it was you...it was you.

I did what I had to do, and if there was a reason,
There wasn t no reason, no.
And if there s something you d like to do,
Just let me continue to blame you.

Footsteps in the hall, it was you.
Pictures on my chest, it was you.