ItжЉЇ amazing, 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 IжЉ¦ all right, every time we talk about it.
IжЉ¦ holding out inside, you really think itжЉЇ right, (itжЉЇ not my fault).
How could this go wrong, when everything sat perfect in its place.
And how could this end up, another dream thatжЉЇ 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 canжЉ° be right, cause itжЉЇ taken us so long to find this out,
when itжЉЇ never been my fault, itжЉЇ not my fault,
itжЉЇ not my fault, when itжЉЇ going down the drain, its not my fault.
If I give up now I know its all my fault.
