I sing my self to sleep
Its the only way to keep from crying
And I pray that each day get better
So that my heart will keep from dying
I dream about him every night
But I only awake to see
That he is never coming back
So from my eyes I wipe the debris
I wake up sometimes
And I find I have cried in my sleep
And all that is left in my heart now
Is a small, broken heap
So again I sing a song
To keep my mind away
But I just cant help to think
Of what a thing would be like today:
My heart would be whole
And my face would be dry
And the songs that I sing
Would never make me cry