(Oh the truth)

When you’re living with a broken heart,
Sleeping was the hardest part; I woke up with the sun on my face,
Looking at the time, wondering if you were really there?
Are you somewhere in my room? [1]
When you’re walking with a broken heart,
Keep on going was the hardest part, walking trough places we used to visit,
Looking everywhere, wondering are you somewhere near?
Are you somewhere thinking of me?[2]
When you’re breathing with a broken heart,
The giving in was the hardest part, every minute lasted a year
But whenever I got to see you it lasted a second, wondering will I see you soon?
Are we separated for good?[3]
When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part, he lifted me up oh so high
Leaving me there, freefalling; wondering could you stay tonight?
Would you wake up next to me?[4]
When you’re living with a broken heart
The healing was the hardest part, against the odds, against my own will; wondering will I ever smile?
Will I ever believe again?[5]

[1] (No he’s not.)
[2](No he’s not.)
[3] (Yes we are.)
[4] (No he won’t.)
[5] (Yes I will.)