So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game isover T the game is over So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart I'm losing on the swings, Losing on the roundabouts, the game isover, over Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game isover Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play The game is over