It抯 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 I抦 all right, every time we talk about it.

I抦 holding out inside, you really think it抯 right, (it抯 not my fault).

How could this go wrong, when everything sat perfect in its place.

And how could this end up, another dream that抯 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抰 be right, cause it抯 taken us so long to find this out,

when it抯 never been my fault, it抯 not my fault,

it抯 not my fault, when it抯 going down the drain, its not my fault.

If I give up now I know its all my fault.