Think I found some missing parts
In the mechanics of my heart
And the circuits in my brain
Are abused and damaged
I can never fall asleep
Do you lie awake nights counting sheep,
Because you're incomplete?

Then let's make believe
There's nothing wrong with us . . . .

Evil thoughts run through my mind
And visions of lies I've left behind
If there's blame in chasing dreams
I'll admit it's my fault
But it gets harder every day
They blow you until you're blown away
With nothing left to say

So let's make believe
There's nothing wrong with us . . . .