its a sad sad story
no matter where you start
the breaking of
the warmest heart

i was looking for love
that the world couldnt tear apart
but ive got the losing thing
down to an art

i can hear the symphony
i dont fear the epiphany
or the thought of love for me
just the thought it will never be

but what are the chances
as the universe dances
endless finite romances
just a long look at all my glances

and in my loves memory
the ends are all i can see
is there no one for me
dont want to live in a tragedy

its a sad sad story
no where near the start
the breaking of
the warmest heart

ive stopped looking for love
my hearts been torn apart
now ive got the lonely thing
down to an art

i cant hear the symphony
therell be no re-epiphany
theres no thought of love for me
just the thought it will never be

im tired of taking chances
ive got no time for pointless dances
i dont believe in true romances
my heart is blind to others glances

and in my faded memory
the end is still all i see
there is no one for me
im living in a tragedy.