My heart aches for a love that doesn’t exist
I dream about him every night. I remember our first kiss
Though in dreamtime we meet up, in life he isn’t real
My heart breaks every time I wake, when will I heal?
My heart aches for a love that doesn’t exist
I dream about him every night. I remember our first kiss
Though in dreamtime we meet up, in life he isn’t real
My heart breaks every time I wake, when will I heal?
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