Raging nights of darkness
Falling from within.
You can’t hide anywhere for it.
And you know that you can’t win.

Bloody hands all over the walls.
Can’t see where it’s going to.
Stepping in to another room
Without getting any kind of clue.

Broken hearts surround your dreams
But you know they aren’t yours.
They keep on showing up
And you don’t think it can get any worse..

Until you see your own heart.
The biggest one and torn the most.
Like a never sended birthday card
Or a party without a host.

Every night you go to sleep
The hearts will come again.
When you wake up you slept so deep
You won’t remember a thing.

The time when the broken hearts will stop coming
Is when your own is healed.
So don’t wait to long with finding another love.
Because nightmares can become a way of living.

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