I would be nobody's number two   That's what I wrote in his letter too   How could a man just leave with no regrets   Women start looking to replacing it      Are you feeling love for it, man   I think the cure is in your hands      Doctor, he said I'd always be loved   That my arms would always be warm enough   But now he's gone and I guess I'd better move   My heart stopped, now it beats fast for you      I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again   Tell me the truth, if it's serious, man...      Put me under, starve the fever   Don't feed it      I am fading with every wasted second      You're a lie.   Human, mortal      You're a lie.   Human, mortal