i feel like giving up pouring out the cup dancing on my grave i'm free yes im free to be a slave i've already given up i've handed out the cup winner's name engraved hooray the trophy goes to dave all this time i've been singing out loud everyone's been listening all this time i've been hurting inside everyone seen it as it was happening everyone but me hurrah hurrah the last emerald diamand has sparkled my day in may the last twentyfirst birthday the card read 'this is the first day of the rest of your life' and it didn't matter how trite it was cos it wasn't a lie and it isn't true unless it makes you laugh but you only get it if it makes you cry i haven't given up just yet the time is on to place all bets the foot that fits inside the shoe I WISH IT WAS YOU I WISH IT WAS YOU so I'll just settle for no real answers and another turbulent runaround with the blues