Standard (EADGBE)

So here I am once more

in the playground of the broken hearts,

one more experience, one more entry

in a diary, self-penned.

Yet another emotional suicide,

overdosed on sentiment and pride.

Too late to say I love you.

Too late to restage the play.

Abandoning the relics

in my playground of yesterday.

I'm losing on the swings,

I'm losing on the roundabouts.

I'm losing on the swings,

I'm losing on the roundabouts.

Too much, too soon,

too far to go,

too late to play,

the game is o-ver,

the game is o-ver.

Yet another emotional

suicide

repeat these chords until you get sick of 'em, or

until you reach...:

... the game is over....

I act the role in classic style

of a martyr carved with a twisted smyle

To bleed the lyrics for this song

to write the rites, to right my wrongs

An epitaph to a broken dream

to exorcise this silent scream

A scream that's borne

from sorrow

etc....

Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look

over his shoulder and cry.

Sit and chew on daffodils and

struggle to answer why?

repeat with just one variation:

..has gone solo in the game,

I've gone solo in the game.