You take away all my time, you burden me with your Rhyme, but I tell you what I don't mind. You say that's it's my choice in life, and life's what you make it, I solemnly swear your wrong, and that it fades when each day through I tell you I don't mind. You think you clever you think your mine? I found a new playground I'll be there soon with bullets for you. Your beauty's fading, it's getting late and I hope you try little harder but I don't mind.