When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed and down on your knees
and for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here
she standing in my room?
No, she's not
cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Would you get them if I did?
No, you won't
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
1 comment:
Los corazones rotos son como las cerámicas que uno intenta arreglar: una vez se pegan todos los pedacitos la cerámica nunca vuelve a ser la misma.
Generalmente siempre hace falta algun pedacito.
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