I took the drink, let it slip down my throat
I guess I've been known for worse than simply losing control
But it's the symptoms like these
Well, it's the burn in my soul that leaves me broken, distraught
And alone
If this is love, then give it to me
Is this the gift I've been waiting to see?
Burn out the sun. Black out the light
Break all the mirrors, we won't like what we find
Cast my image. Shatter it
Well I thought I'd take a moment here to rant
And when I say "rant"
I mean repetitively mumble over my infatuation with my own self-
Inflicted disease
Oh, and the way you treat me
Love lies
It sounds a lot like love lies
You lie. We lie
Love lies, but we can't do better