Dizzy as a blemished work of art a hollow shell my soul screams
With wings as black as a raven, Cupid was perched on a burning tree
With laughter, he hissed music, my friend?
then pulled out a harp with chains at the end
The air became thick as fog slithered in
then Cupid began to sing

Once together now torn apart I am not your enemy
she was the one who broke your heart and cost you everything
So hear me strum my lonely harp and speak of your misery
Make your soul mine to keep and her life shall end immediately

With a wave of his hand, I crumpled to my knees
Next thing I knew he leaped to the sky and vanished behind the trees
With wings as black as a raven, I sing the song of Cupid
Cupid and the burning tree

Everybody is watching as my mind unravels,
two of me are talking, and one begins to travel.
There's nothing wrong with make-believe
when you're lost in misery.
I'm melting down this time for good,
and living in the memories.

Love is a curse, walk with me again,
sing another lonely verse underneath the ocean.
Holding hand-in-hand as memories drift,
like water over rushing sand, our souls begin to lift.

Now this time I reach for you I break apart for few,
never one for isolation until my life was torn in two.
The consciousness of something new, doomed from desperation,
if someday you are feeling blue, please send an invitation.
A broken heart is a terrible thing until that day I sing
to spite loves appalling sting.