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.