The Infamous Blame Game, by The Given Heart

When you feel like you are decayingAs your mind induces some sharp pain,Time after time you assume it’s migraine.Energy setting himself free as if delayingRightful heir from reigning. Doing nothing starting to feel like a voyageOver the horizon of the choices you claimEmerged in your portfolio unknowinglySince you cannot physically travel back in time. Witchcraft…