i'm the narrator and this is just a prologue
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Mayer says
when you’re dreaming with a broken heart. then waking up is the hardest part. you roll outta bed and down on your knees. and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
wondering was he really here? is he standing in my room?
no he’s not, cause he’s gone.
when you’re dreaming with a broken heart. the giving up is the hardest part. she takes you in with her crying eyes. then all at once you have to say goodbye
wondering could you stay my love? will you wake up by my side?
no he can’t, cause he’s gone
do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
would you get them if i did?
no you won’t, cause you’re gone
when you’re dreaming with a broken heart. the waking up is the hardest part
mataku tdk pernah menuruti pemiliknya. ia mengantuk ketika aku membutuhkannya terbuka. ia terbelalak ketika aku mengistirahatkannya. dan ia menangis disaat aku menyuruhnya bertahan. haruskah aku suruh ia menangis. agar ia menahan bulir air mata di pelopaknya. entahlah mataku menuruti hatiku. bukan pikiranku.
