someone must be to blame
but i can only lay
this at my door
another time another place
and it could be so differrent
but you know im sure
that its not you its me
and i will always be
who i want and i know
just cus the air that i breathe
is different dont mean
that i could be yours
bridge
it just seems to me
that this is a bad dream
one thats full of pain
you say its just a game, well
i dont wanna play anymore
my heart is on the floor
broken but still beating
lately life is such a chore
what was once love is now war
however fleeting