treated you like a rusty blade

a throwaway from an open grave

cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go

and on the day you said it�s true

some love holds, some gets used

tried to tell you i never knew

it could be so sweet

who could ever be so cruel,

blame the devil for the things you do

its such a selfish way to lose

the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues

tell me that it�s nobody�s fault

nobody�s fault

but my own

that it�s nobody�s fault

nobody�s fault

but my own

when the moon is a counterfeit

better find the one that fits

better find the one that lights

The way for you

when the road is full of nails,

garbage pails and darkened jails

and their tongues are full of heartless tales

that drain on you

who would ever notice you

you fade into a shaded room

it�s such a selfish lose

the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues

tell me that it�s nobody�s fault

nobody�s fault

but my own

tell me that it�s nobody�s fault

nobody�s fault

but my own tell me that it�s nobody�s fault

nobody�s fault

but my own