Un-Done

Here goes, the mania flows,
How did it start, to tear us apart?
One day I'll fly where I want,
And I want you so closer to me.

One by one, we're un-done.
One by one, we're un-done.

I flick through the radio shows,
Thousands of times, nothing to find.
Life lines, I'm searching within,
And returning, full circle to me.