These words won't rhymenAnd I don't have the timenAnd I can't wonder whynI threw it all awaynI've got myself to blamenThe words just never camennOh is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?nA million eyes to cope with all these feelingsnAnd is it wrong that I forgive myself for everything I love?nI'd rather die for chance than have no meaningnnI'd hate myselfnBe obviously au faitnA cliché for your pagenYou'd find me deadnA knife inside my headnA note beside my bednnOh is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?nA million eyes to cope with all these feelingsnAnd is it wrong that I forgive myself for everything I love?nI'd rather die for chance than have no meaningnnI'd hate myselfnBut then I'm so au faitnIn all your clichéd waysnI can't explainnI've got myself to blamenI can't wonder whynnOh is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?nA million eyes to cope with all these feelingsnAnd is it wrong that I forgive myself for everything I love?nI'd rather die for chance than have no meaning