I could be the perfect scapegoat. Everyone can blame me for their misfortune because it doesn’t bother me when anyone does.
That’s because I know that it’s either just the chaos of Nature or their own foolish choices that are the real cause. I just don’t rub that fact in their face, understanding that they’ll never accept it.
I could be the perfect scapegoat. Everyone can blame me for their misfortune because it doesn’t bother me when anyone does.
That’s because I know that it’s either just the chaos of Nature or their own foolish choices that are the real cause. I just don’t rub that fact in their face, understanding that they’ll never accept it.