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I should let this go but I just can't |
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And now it's just a lesson I can't grasp |
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So what's really the best that I could do |
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To hope to see you every year or two |
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And the things you said |
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Do they still make sense |
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Could you mean them now |
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Did you even mean them then |
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I could torture myself Insane and tense |
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But I don't have the strength |
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I'm crushed in pain you drifted through my life |
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But even looking back I know it's right |
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I gave you my heart scared complete and whole |
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When all you ever asked for was my soul |
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And there's nothing left |
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But a song or two |
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That mean not a thing |
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If I can't play them for you |
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If I could hear your voice just one more time |
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Maybe I'd be fine |
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But I guess I won't |
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'Cos it's too late now |
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And I guess you're gone |
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'Cos it's too late now |
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And the pain I feel |
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Is all I can take |
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Maybe this turn of karma |
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Is too late |
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Maybe I was wrong |
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Maybe I was caught In a net of passion |
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Maybe I was caught |
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Maybe I should take it all with salt |
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And soon I'll believe that it's not my fault |
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And it's not my fault |
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And it's not my fault |
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And it's not my fault |
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And it's not my fault |
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And it's not my fault |
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And it's not my fault |
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If I say it enough |
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I'll believe that It's not my fault |