I´ ve gotta
Pocket loaded with broken sadness
A throbbing in my heart
How might I dream once more
Presently we are separated
A memory loaded with recollections
Of good circumstances that we had
Be that as it may, now my expectation is smashed
My life has turned sour
You cleared out
A softened man up my place
A washout from the begin
How might I be able to ever know
That you would make me extremely upset
Presently I should confront a world
Put on an overcome confront
Get out and carry on with my life
Discover somebody to have your spot
Have your spot
With a pocket full loaded broken sadness