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 death 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