“There's a tale being told Not a new tale, it's very old When you're the one Whose name is in the story Then the story is new for you There's a time they all blame you And a time they want to shame you Into taking all their anger Out on you... Well pardon me if I'm always crying And pardon me if it seems I'm lying -- Pardon me, but I'm not buying That I'm the only one Here to blame... Life's too short to play that game You don't even call my name But you can blame it all on me If you want to... I don't care anymore I walked out that old door Into a window bright and blue Where the sun is shining all anew... Days go by and you don't call I don't even care at all I've found all that's good in me And you don't even want to see. It's your loss, it's your pain It's your cost, it's your game You can win it, I don't care I'm no longer even aware. So go ahead, go away ... go on go on, this silly game you want to play...”
