You may not believe it
But I don't believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
I don't believe I ever did for sure

All the things I’ve said in songs
All the purple prose you bought from me
Reality's just black and white
The sentimental things I’d write
Never meant that much to me.

You don't need to hear it
But I’m dried up and sick to death of love
If you need to know it
I never really understood that stuff

All the stars and bleeding hearts
All the tears that welled up in my eyes
Never meant a thing to me
Read them as they say and weep
I've never felt enough to cry


When I said that I don't care
It really means my engine's breaking down
The chisel chips my heart again
The granite cracks beneath my skin
I crumble into pieces on the ground


Picking up my pain
From door to door,
Shedding those tears
In the farthest shore,
Living the storyline
Burning overtime
Won't look into anyone's eyes anymore!!