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 d**h 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