Paul Young What becomes of the broken hearted

As i walk this land of broken dreams, I have visions of many things Happiness is just an illusion filled with sadness and confusion What becomes of the brokenhearted who had love that s now departed I know i ve got to find some kind of piece of mind Tell me please The roots of love grow all around, But for me they come tumbling down (tumbling down) Everyday heartaches grow a little stronger, (stronger) I can t stand this pain much longer