emember what it feels like
to wake up in bed alone again
haunted by the things you said
the times you rarely once made sense
where is the hope i lost the trail
my only life half wasted now
the suffocating emptiness
the ugly shuffling loneliness
this is the sound that a heart makes when it’s breaking
am i just the only one
who [bad word] to stay warm alone
like frosted glass my eyes just blur
reaching out there’s no one there
where is the hope i lost the trail
my only life half wasted now
the nights are getting darker now
they’re drawing in, they’re crowding in
this is the sound that a heart makes when it’s breaking