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