My tears will never dry, behind my painted smile. You are the nearest thing to heaven, girl. This world is not my home, love in a danger zone. Some hearts are better left unbroken, girl.
My tears will never dry, behind my painted smile. You are the nearest thing to heaven, girl. This world is not my home, love in a danger zone. Some hearts are better left unbroken, girl.
What do the lonely do on Sundays?. What do they do. or does nobody care?. Do they make it through to Mondays. . Or with a heart filled with pain do they just disappear?.