Banging your headnWith a hole in your heartnAnd an ego craving for anything.nA childhood scarrednBy insecure attachmentsnTormenting with your memories.nnAnd this is my truth,nDon’t want to hear yoursnLiving life through yesterdays.nnHere’s the synthetic love song,nThat I didn’t write for you.nA synthetic love song,nNot a word of it is true,nNot a word of it is true.nnAnother generic love song,nAbout another generic girl.nAnother synthetic heartbreak,nIn another artificial world.nAnd as time slides bynThe truth gets further awaynFabricating your memories.nnAnd all you desirenIs romantic cliché,nMeaningless words on the pagenIt’s empty, but who cares anyway?nnHere’s the synthetic love song,nThat I didn’t write for you.nA synthetic love song,nNot a word of it is true,nAnother generic love song,nAbout another generic girl.nAnother synthetic heartbreak,nIn another artificial world.