It used to make me so addicted,nI shopped around for all I foundnI gate-crashed everywhere I found some, and even traded in my soulnI used to be predictable, I knew what came and in which ordernI cheated, stole and killed for some, and even traded my heartnnLast chance for a serenade, last chance for a welcome homenYou know it's never gonna get any betternnA 1000 years of reckless living, a serenade that came too latenI guess I must have tripped over, the very things that I held dearnnWell it's not the end just yet, I'll take my chances that I'll be finenNo it's not the end just yet