These words won't rhyme
And I don't have the time
And I can't wonder why
I threw it all away
I've got myself to blame
The words just never came

Oh is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?
A million eyes to cope with all these feelings
And is it wrong that I forgive myself for everything I love?
I'd rather die for chance than have no meaning

I'd hate myself
Be obviously au fait
A cliché for your page
You'd find me dead
A knife inside my head
A note beside my bed

Oh is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?
A million eyes to cope with all these feelings
And is it wrong that I forgive myself for everything I love?
I'd rather die for chance than have no meaning

I'd hate myself
But then I'm so au fait
In all your clichéd ways
I can't explain
I've got myself to blame
I can't wonder why

Oh is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?
A million eyes to cope with all these feelings
And is it wrong that I forgive myself for everything I love?
I'd rather die for chance than have no meaning


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