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