when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part..
you're out of that, down on your knee..the fallen moment, you can hardly breathe.
wondering, if he's really here, does he standing in my life..
but he's not, he's gone..gone..gone..
when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the giving up is the hardest part..
he takes you in, with crying out..
all at once, you have to say goodbye..
wondering, will you stay in my life..will you wake up my my side..
but, he can't..
because he's gone..gone..gone..
now, do i have to fall a sleep with roses in my hand.??
do i have to fall a sleep with roses in my hand.??
will you get there, if i did..
no,you won't..
because, you gone..gone..gone..
when you're dreaming with a broke heart,
the waking up is the hardest part..
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