Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to

So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus

Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us

With our catchy tunes, and us
Now we're photogenic
You know, we don't stand a chance

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone

You're so naive!
After a while they always get it
They always reach a sorry end

Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the boy
With naivety succeeds

At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings


Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
From where I'm sitting, rain
Washing against the lonely tenement

Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write

"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye"
Said the hero in the story
"It is mightier than swords

I could kill you sure
But I could only make you cry with these words"