Where do the pillow-cried,
lonely night desperate tears go,
when love has left my bedside?
Only the broken-hearted know.

Why am I alone again,
feeling sad and so low.
Will I ever get over this pain?
Only the broken-hearted know.

When will I ever feel whole?
When will my tears dry?
When will I have a mended soul?
Only the broken-hearted know.