Being in love is such a fleeting little thing,
Because I'm so insecure and I care what people think.
Then I saw you in a moment, and I thought I knew,
Distortion covered my point of view.

Now I'm sitting on this park bench with somebody that's not you,
Though I journey to the void, it is my secret space.
Amongst the skeletons, there was the sight of your face,
And I thought this is happiness, this gave me hope.
But in the end, all...