March – In Vain Lyrics

It's all one big mess
Could have never guessed
He is on his edge
On his very last
And now it's getting late
And he will say
I guess that I best be on my way

Nothing seems to bother me
The way it really should
I can't stand an ugly thought
I'll think of something good
And every time you turn away
And think of something bad
I can't help but wonder
Why you're so upset

He looks so alive
He's all dead inside
Of his broken heart
Only losing cards
He won't win a game
Says it's all in vain
When it's good it's luck
Says he'll suck it up

Time after time
He's gonna waste
All his precious time
He won't see
He won't learn