Why is this window so dirty and gray?   I can?t see you through it anymore   It may be the smoke, it?s hard to say   The fact is this place has too many doors      I can?t find a handle on any of them   Maybe I see one but I don?t want to turn it   What if I did and it opened on him   Ain?t truth a bitch when you?re having to learn it?      Before a heart breaks, it has to bend   It?s the last one to know when love comes to an end   And here I sit crazy, lonesome and sad   Watching me dark and mad   Watching me dark and mad      This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul   When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal   The smoke tells a story that?s sad but it?s true   It turns into a ghost that looks just like you      I close my eyes and I silently scream   My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams   The cold hand of death is welcome and warm   It?s the essence of love in its darkest form      Before a heart breaks, it has to bend   It?s the last one to know when love comes to an end   And here I sit crazy, lonesome and sad   Watching me dark and mad   Watching me dark and mad      Watching me dark and mad   Watching me dark and mad