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 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.

F#sus7 F#sus7  F#sus7

F#sus7  F#sus7

F#sus7 F#sus7  F#sus7

F#sus7  F#sus7

Yet F#sus7 anoF#sus7ther emotioF#sus7nal

suF#sus7icide  F#sus7

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

until you reach...:

 ... the game F#sus7 is over....

 I act the role in F#sus7 classic style

 of a martyr carved with a F#sus7 twisted smyle

 To bleed the lyrics F#sus7 for this song

 to write the rites, to F#sus7 right my wrongs

 An epitaph to a broken dream

 to exorcise this silent scream

 A scream F#sus7 that's borne

 from sorrow F#sus7

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.