when I think that everything we had,
is disappearing, I never thought freedom could be so bad.
Were you thinking, of the future still ahead,
and are you thinking, of everything you said.
And it seems I’m all right, every time we talk about
I’m holding out inside, you really
think it’s right, (it’s not my fault).
How could this go wrong, when everything
sat perfect in
And how could this end up, another dream
that’s fallen on its face.
What could I have done, what can be done
to change your mind.
And is it worth trying, or is it just a waste of time.
You can’t be right, cause it’s taken us
so long to find this out,
when it’s never been my fault, it’s not my fault,
it’s not my fault, when it’s going down
the drain, its not my fault.
If I give up now I know its all my fault.