When I held you in good favour, I always thought the same for me
Until I let you fill the spaces and you let the spaces seep
Unlike that of any other, you always knew that I would fall
Still you offered me a blue print, knowing it wouldn't work at all
To each his own, to me my own
I know i'll go from low to high, I know i'll go from high to low
But I'd rather have myself to blame, to each his own
And I'm generally anaesthetised by anything you have to say
So leave me at arms length or push me far away
If you think your blue print is long since sown
I'll never be someone's clone
To each his own, to me my own
I know i'll go from low to high, I know i'll go from high to low
But I'd rather have myself to blame, to each his own