“Broken Dreams”

At my local cafe.
Sipping upon a coffee.
Sitting upon a chair.
Looking across the table.
Sadly, you’re not there.
Tapping upon the table.
Hoping you would come.
Time keeps on going.
Yeah . . .
Gone are the dreams.
Living in the numbness.
Waiting for your number.
Yeah . . .
Broken Dreams. Broken Dreams.
Nothing is as it seems.
Yeah . . .
Broken Dreams . . .

Suddenly, it’s closing time.
Sadly, you’re not mine.
Leaving, yeah, I’m leaving.
No longer looking back.
Stopping in a bar.
Sucking upon a lime.
Slugging back a tequila.
Not caring the time.
Yeah . . .
Gone are the dreams.
Living in the numbness.
Waiting for your number.
Yeah . . .
Broken Dreams. Broken Dreams.
Nothing is as it seems.
Yeah . . .
Broken Dreams . . .

Lost within my sadness.
My love set aside.
Paper greed Vs Love.
Lost within my silence.
Silence mistaken for defeat.
Prison of my design.
Encased within my heart.
Tomorrow is another day.
Yeah . . .
Gone are the dreams.
Living in the numbness.
Waiting for your number.
Yeah . . .
Broken Dreams. Broken Dreams.
Nothing is as it seems.
Yeah . . .
Broken Dreams . . .