Why setting a sail on a sea When the love of my heart Is left where I want to be Why leaving a world that is in order Why leaving my thoughts behind When the life I live Is the life of my own mind The thoughts in my head are on your border It's a new way of life I can only make it better This new way of life I can only make it better Unconsciously planing a plot And the plot is my way And my way is out of here Doesn't matter if the way just leads to nowhere Never mind the way that she pleads Or the things that she says Or the way she's letting you bleed Breaking up is a higher form of dying