My chances have come,
My chances have gone.
I did not mean to misused them,
That doesn't matter because now I have none.
There is a cloud hanging over my head.
Now everything that was alive,
Will soon be dead.
I just feel so empty inside;
Ever since you said your final good-bye.
That look on your face;
It's something I cannot erase.
How I wish I could take it all back,
Wishing you didn't cut me so much slack.
It seems like everything that I try to do,
Means absolutely nothing to you.
