Its amazing, when I think that everything we had,
is disappearing, I never thought freedom could be so bad.
Were you thinking, of the future sti will ahead,
and are you thinking, of everything you said.
And it seems Imall right, every time we talk about it.
Imholding out inside, you really think its right, (its not my fault).
How could this go wrong, when everything sat perfect in its place.
And how could this end up, another dream thats 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 not be right, cause its taken us so long to find this out,
when its never been my fault, its not my fault,
its not my fault, when its going down the drain, its not my fault.
If I gi have up now I know its all my fault.
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