I've got just myself to blame
And it's not enough.
From these high hills of hope
I can see your high hills stop.
I took you're doubt for granted,
Took you're doubt and spit it out.
You're death is not
What's gonna keep us apart.

Let's just play pretend
Inside our castle made of sand
This is not what we call the end.

Tell me why should I
Stop feeling sorry for myself?
Would you cry for me?
That's all right. I wouldn't have.

You can take your plastic tears away
You can brake your glass of sympathy
With my fears, you can stay
under my glued paper wings.