Dreaming is the only way, broken hard to mend
I don't believe, I don't believe good things got to me
I've got this feeling inside
Something we created has died
She's so, heck, heck, heck
She cries herself to sleep
Heck, heck, heck, she cries herself to sleep
Appealing only is next substitute for a young girl like you
If I was a singer now, I guess I'd sing the blues
I've got this feeling inside
Something we created has died
She's so, heck, heck, heck
She cries herself to sleep
Heck, heck, heck, she cries herself to sleep
I've got this feeling inside
Something we created has died
And I'm so, heck, heck, heck
I cry myself to sleep
Heck, heck, heck, I cry myself to sleep
Heck, heck, heck, I cry myself to sleep
Heck, heck, heck, she cries herself to sleep
