What happens to the broken hearted?
I can't tell you but I can make a good guess.
Well the answer is: everything.
This town feels colder and the crowds of people seems so much heavier..
The angel on my shoulder has dissapeared
and every moment seems harder but somewhere inside me,
a voice shouts that the light at the end of the tunnel
will get brighter.
I'm standing down, my dreams need not tell me anymore.
