I woke up in the morning, you are not there beside me
A pain on my left, deprived of you
I'm left breathless in the corners
I'm alone, as if tired.
Believe that it wasn't eternal
We gazed at love as it's said and done
I thought this was the way
It wasn't written this way or I just fell for it
Now that I'm all alone, whose story is this?
This is my story, a little bit bruised
Many places in my heart are patched
Blood spills from my wing
Falls to the ground whatever is left of me
This is my story, a little bit bruised
Many places in my heart are patched
Blood spills from my wing
Falls to the ground whatever is left of me