There's a thin line between love and hate
Good things come to those who wait
All these words I once believed to be true
This was however until the day I met you
At first what we had was a picture of perfection
But now I look in the mirror
And can't recognize my own reflection
As the rain falls down
My memories of you are washed away
Overcome with pain and misery
There are no prayers left to pray
Alone and lost in the night
Like a queen without her crown
Face to face with the dark side of love
Here I am breaking down