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