December 12, 2009

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 
Then waking up is the hardest part 
You roll outta bed and down on your knees 
And for a moment you can hardly breathe 
Wondering was she really here? 
Is she standing in my room? 
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....