Disenchanted

Disenchanted
What's the matter baby
You don't like the sighs
The cries inside
I know it's a tough trip
So heartbreaking
To forget me

So sweet to think you cared enough
To stare at the wheels turning round
Screeching to a halt
When you echo my name
How are the nights treating you
With the sun breaking daze
Does it help or hinder
Your thickening haze
To hear that I don't care
Of course this is fair
You'd do the same if you had the chance
To make it last
But my poor
Sweet baby
You've had your chance