I'm losing on the swings

Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
One more experience, one more entry

In the playground of the broken hearts

And examine the shadows
Remember the jester that showed you tears
The script for tears
Too late to play the game is over, the game is over
Promised wedding now awake
A scream that's born from sorrow
Yet another emotional suicide
I'm losing on the swings
Abandoning the relics
Can you still say that you love me?
As you grow up and leave the playground
I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too late to restage the play
I'm losing on the swings

I act the role in classic style
Do you love me just as you did
The game is over, over, over
Too late to say, "I love you"
Do you love me, do you love me?
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
That sang the sirens' song
Can you still say you love me?
In a diary, self penned

The game is over
To bleed the lyric for this song

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry

To write the rights to right my wrongs

Do you love me, do you love me?
Promised wedding now awake
I'm losing on the roundabouts
Can you still say that you love me?
Just as did, just did
On the other side of morning
When you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute
I'm losing on the roundabouts
In my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the roundabouts
Can you still say you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Can you still say you love me?
I've gone solo in the game
The words just never seemed to flow
And examine the shadows

To exercise this silent scream
Overdosed on sentiments and pride
Can you still say you love me?
Too late to restage the play
The game is over
Over, over, over, over, over
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
So I'll hold my peace forever
I never did write that love song
I'm losing on the swings
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
An epitaph to a broken dream

On the other side of the morning
So here I am once more
Has gone solo in the game
Overdosed on sentiments and pride
Too late to say I love you
Too much, too soon, too far to go
Yet another emotional suicide
But the game is over