When you’re dreaming with a broken heart… The waking up is the hardest part.
Why is this always happening?
Why does it have to be…me?…
A broken heart is a continuing thing…
And I cry when I sing…
Our song… Or at least
The one YOU sang to ME…
Beautiful you called me…
Angel you called me…
Your baby your reason for life you called me!
And now…
Your burden… you call me…
Do I have to sleep with a tear stained cushion…
And I just keep pushin
Your voice out of my head
Your face out of my head
The things you made me feel
Out of my headOut of my head…
Get out of my head…
Please… oh please…
Just leave me….Just leave me be…
Baby please…
And now tears, scarring, pain, and hell is what it’s come to be.
A broken heart is what you have given me…
