As I walk this land of broken dreams. I have visions of many things. But happiness is just an illusion. Filled with sadness and confusion. . What becomes of the brokenhearted.
Hold on. I'll be back for youit won't be longbut for now there's something out there calling me.. So take me down that lonesome roadpoint me east and let me gothis suitcase weighs me down with memories..
As I walk this land of broken dreams. I have visions of many things. But happiness is just an illusion. Filled with sadness and confusion. . What becomes of the broken-hearted.
As I walk this land with broken dreams. I have visions of many things.. Love's happiness is just an illusion filled with sadness and confusion.. What becomes of the brokenhearted who had love that's now departed?.