My Lost Valentine

Today, I sleep with a thorn pricked in my heart, Tomorrow I'd wake up with the same pain as before. As I closed my eyes, I dream of you; Kissing me to wake up and accept the truth. And in the middle of the night I awoke sadly, My heart bleeds like stabbed by a thousand daggers Then I tell myself, "If this is what losing love means, I'd rather sleep forever, bleed and be found dead."