You're invited to a heart break.
Here's a kiss to let you free.
By the touch of these lips, the one to love is me.
Lets get close, don't let my lies be too divine.
Because I have others waiting in line.
I'll let my body do the talking as I slowly break you apart.
It's not a fairytale, cupids not going to shoot his all time famous love darts.
Not at all because Im going to get deep, so deep under your skin you start to bleed.
I'm the disorder that makes you believe I'm the only one you'll ever need.
So think twice before letting me in.
I told you I get really close.
Then when the invitation wares away, to the next in line I'm the host.
