I was completely unaware
Your necessities were barely there.
Don't you even want to care?
My heart was there--yours wasn't.
And when I look back on the future
The time is gone and so the suture
Only proves our problems' root--
Your kind's a dime a dozen.
Anything I'd try to do
Your hatred's knife point stabs right through
and so I know it's me, not you
That understands my pain.
All my tensions' locked inside
Mysteries of anguish concealed my dark side.
Love, like swords, were swallowed pride
and left my soul insane
So listen now, and understand
I was once there to command
But now I want to play my own hand
I'm no longer bluffing, 'cause in
A million years of memories
And unshed tears of misery
Just seem to be this all--to me;
Your kind's a dime a dozen.
