Original lyrics

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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 cliche 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 cliched 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