Music of Life

My Fault (Boy Solo) {Theatrical Version}

🎧Boy Singing

[Sits at his desk, and rakes a hand through his hair]

I made her like this;
Now her mind is clouded with mist.

[His eyes cloud with unshed tears]
I broke her, my harsh words tore her apart;
How can she still have a heart?

[He sits up, and stares at the article he has up about broken minds]

I shredded her mind, she was alone;
Now my faults tear at my bones.

[He twists a marrige band on his finger]

Her sanity was sold, when she was bought;
Should have saved her, it's all my fault.

[He sits blankly, trying to put his thoughts back together]