The night was cold and lonely
I held my pillow tight, closed my eyes and I tried to sleep.
But sleep refused coming to save the night
she left me there in the dark broken, confused and bitter.
if only tomorrow would come as fast as it could
maybe things would be different,
maybe I would feel less pain and hate.
maybe I will learn to love again
But for tomorrow to come I would have to live with the pain all through the night.
I would have to live with the Broken heart.
I have to stay strong,
I have to embrace every moment of suffering
Because when tomorrow comes there will be no room left for the past.
just when tomorrow come there will be no room for a Broken heart.