Another sleepless night in front of me,
Another empty show of sympathy,
I remember when the stars shun so brightly,
Now an empty glass of memories,

My love, I've been looking, for something to blame this on.
But I'm conflicted;

Do I blame my heart, my soul, or the world for what you did.
Do I blame my love, blame it on us, or the world for what you did.