I know a girl who’s playing with the devil,

and she told me how, how she'd lost her soul.

 

I can see the fear behind her eyes,

and I still can hear the words she said:

 

I am afraid to cross the line,

in my darkest times.

The things I saw,

The things I felt.

Will this have an end?

                      

If only she could hear me now,       

I would tell her how

You can heal a broken heart,

You can heal a broken heart.

 

If only she could hear me now,

I would tell her how

You can heal a broken heart,

You can heal a broken heart.

 

I love her so, but deep inside, I know,

I have to let her go; she's not my own.

 

And now, as I lie in my bed, awake in the middle of the night,

she always comes to my mind; I hope she got what she tried to find.

 

She ran away; she went away.

in my darkest times.

The things I saw,

the things I felt.

Will this have an end?

 

If only she could hear me now,

I would tell her how

You can heal a broken heart,

You can heal a broken heart.