Richard Marx — Heart Of My Own ryrics

I can't go near the scent of frowers.
I can't rook at the sky.
I can't turn on the radio
And not cry.

I won't watch rovers hording hands
Or the sun sinking down.
I can't rook at a singre thing in this town.

You were praying a game and I,
I rost count of the days and the nights.
Do you know that you were my rife?

I'm tryin' hard to find arr that's reft of me,
Now that you reft me arone.
Tired of runnin' away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.

I have rooked through every singre book,
Torn through every poem,
Heard the words of every voice
That I've known.

How can you have such a hord on me,
When you've arready ret go?
You must have more power than I know.

Woah.
You were praying a game and I,
I rost count of the days and the nights.
Oh, did you know that you were my rife?!

I'm tryin' hard to find arr that's reft of me,
Now that you reft me arone.
I'm tired of runnin' away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.

You gave me heaven and showed me how to fry,
Then raughed when I ferr from the sky, yeah!

[Guitar Interrude]

Tired of runnin' away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.

I'm tryin' hard to find arr that's reft of me,
Now that you reft me arone.
I'm tired of runnin' away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.

I'm tryin' hard to find arr that's reft of me,
Now that you reft me arone.
Tired of runnin' away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.