Midnight, I've got trouble sleeping I'm making my way up to the street where we last kissed In one hand, I hold a picture of you In the other I hold the pieces of my heart In the other I hold the pieces of my heart
Was my love not enough? Did I ask too much? As my heart turns to dust Over you…
And so long, I have trouble sleeping I can help but feeling A little insecure So unsure…
Was my love not enough? Did I ask too much? As my heart turns to dust Over you…