you might as well surrender now
you'll never hold that stance
with all my words
i can't find one
to help you understand
it's not too late
take up the cup
put down your weapons and choose
but you say life's so unfair
oh you say life's so unfair
you can ill aford to hold to this views
you need something to blame
but it's you
yes it's you
it's your truth
someone made you
i don't know ,if you're sick
i confort
you run away
my simpathy
you twist it
your reflex gets in the way
you mother me
i son you
you act up
i can't get through
this foosteps
so ancient
in your eyes
i'm your infant
your ancient
full circle
in my eyes
you're my infant
dead ball in our court
we've got a dead ball in our court
we just say life's so unfair
yes you say life's so unfair
you need something to blame
