In vain, I made it for you
Insane, That may be true
I claim to be of the few
With great pain I push you through

The blame, Like a million lies
Pick one, Like a star in the sky
The game as you call it died
Can't blame a man if he tries

I dream, and I fantasise
Everything I must glamorise
What is the point of thinking low
Look at it big and out of control