Its a feeling truly inevitable
Like sunrise at dawn
Or sunset at night,
A day will come,
When grey clouds will linger
and the heart will ache
With tears so strong, so bitter
That one will see that
There is nothing quite as painful
Quite as awful
As sleeping with a broken heart
Many have cried
Over a broken nail
Or an aching tooth
A lost battle
Or a lasting war
An aching head
Or a painful bone
But nothing is quite as painful
Quite as awful
As the throb of a broken heart
That slow firm spin
That lingers for a while
That sobbing sound
Groomed by the deepest pain
No-one quite understands
Those tears that burn
Or that heart that bleeds
Some wounds may heal,
Some may fade,
this one stops bleeding
But still remains
Droughts may strike
And floods may come
But there is nothing quite as painful
Quite as awful
As sleeping with a broken heart
