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
Is she standing in my room?
No, she's not
cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
There's a piece of art branded on my back in pure black ink against white
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