Places in the heart
I can't begin to visit
Like a troubadour
poet with no precision

I played the words inside my head a thousand times
you were breathing our last breath

Love is dead to me
I am numb
like you expected me to be
Love is dead to me
we are wasted
left to die in misery

Psycho from the start
no way we'd ever finish
Once a work of art
why'd you have to diminish

I hear your voice inside my head
a thousand lies
deceiving, weaving our death web

Love is dead to me
I am numb
like you expected me to be
Love is dead to me
we are wasted
left to die in misery