I dreamed about you last night. You were here and you were mine, and you had me wrapped in your arms and I didn't have to be strong anymore because you were fighting for me.
It wasn't the dream that hurt; it was the waking up alone, all too aware that you are hundreds of miles and eighteen months away. It was the desperation to go back to sleep, back to that dream, so that I could be with you again, that hurt.
And now it's time to sleep again, and I am terrified to dream. I am scared that I will dream about you and go through the waking process once again, and yet... I am almost more scared that I won't get to see you again tonight.
"When you're dreaming with a broken heart
Then waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed and down on your knees
And for a minute you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really there?
No she's not
She's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No you won't.
You're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses, roses in my hand?
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
Then waking up is the hardest part."
Again, if you are reading this, I'm sorry. I don't want it to hurt, for either of us.
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