Led Genda

I get the blues

I get high

I'll explode like dynamite

And I'll cry 'til the dust settles down

I guess I'm hard when I'm soft

And I'm cold when I'm feeling hot

Sometimes I guess things just happen too fast

Forget what I said, forget what I did

It's not what I meant, so can you forgive?

Just came out wrong

I'm taking it back

Forget what I said

Mm, yeah

But I can love you like Hell

Put you under my Black Magic spell

And I can kiss you like nobody else

Yeah, yeah

I'll make good of my bads

I'll make nice of all that is sad

I'll cut off the dead hands of my past

Forget what I said, forget what I did

It's not what I meant, so can you forgive?

It just came out wrong

I'm taking it back

Please forget about it

Forget what I said, forget what I did

It's not what I meant, so can you forgive?

It just came out wrong

I'm taking it back

Forget what I said

Can you forget what I did?

Forget what I did, forget what I said

Please, please, please, please

Please forget what I said

O, let me forever weep:

My eyes no more shall welcome sleep.

I'll hide me from the sight of day,

And sigh my soul away.

He's gone, his loss deplore,

And I shall never see him more.

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 re-stage 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 over
T the game is over
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exercise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow
I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
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?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears
So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me