Insane

It seems we've come to a bitter end.

No word of affection, just contempt,

no reconciliation, no try to amend,

no touch to ease my troubled mind.

Tell me what drives you insane

I need to know, or is it just feigned?

For this grand love's

a rough shove,

let-down follows let-down

and delusion this illusion

I thought we'd be something awesome

a sanctified, prodigious twosome

Tell me what drives you insane

for me to know, what went wrong again

For this grand love's

a rough shove,

let-down follows let-down

and delusion this illusion

I can't believe, that it's come to this

and we would end up in a battle of wits

but there you go,

there you go

So tell me what drives you insane

for a change, I need to know your pain

Sometimes a rough shove

heals an ailing love

after darkness comes a new dawn

saving hearts from the downfall

Or this grand love's

but a rough shove,

let-down follows let-down

and delusion this illusion