Memory Of A Melody

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 strong.
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 strong.
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.