When I wake up in the morning, next to you.
When I stare into the mirror, I see you.
When I look at the reflection, of me next to you.
I'm tired of all your endless questions, what am I supposed to do?

This love is weak.
This love is wrong.
Without regret, I'm moving on.
And I won't break from the scars, or your mistakes I'll carry on.
And I've failed to see that your love's only, skin deep.

And when you wake up in the morning, next to me.
I see you stare into the mirror, and look at me.
And when you wake up next to Jesus, and ask "What am I supposed to do?"

This love is weak.
This love is wrong.
Without regret, I'm moving on.
And I won't break from the scars, or your mistakes I'll carry on.
And I've failed to see that your love's only, skin deep.

Not worth the fight, not worth the fall, nor the will to carry on.
This mistake tore us apart, and the hope inside my heart.
Through crystal glass you gaze at me, as I watch you hopelessly.
Hopeless love will never be, hopeless love will never bleed.

So let's go back start, and break the thought of us apart.

This love is weak.
This love is wrong.
Without regret, I'm moving on.
And I won't break from the scars, or your mistakes I'll carry on.
And I've failed to see that your love's only, skin deep.

So let's go back start, and break the thought of us apart.
Skin deep.
So let's go back start, and break the thought of us apart.
Skin deep.
So let's go back start, and break the thought of us apart.
Skin deep.
So let's go back start, and break the thought of us apart.
Skin deep.