I wish that I could wake up.

Either wake up and realize he's never coming back for me.
Or wake up and realize if was all a terrible nightmare.

Even better, I'd like to wake up without a trace of him in my memory.

As if that would ever be possible.
It's been so long since my heart was whole.
It needs superglue to hold it all together.

I've got broken heart syndrome.
He's the cause.
He's the cure.