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The Empty Bed
Theres room to move in this empty bed. But the feeling of you not there makes me lay and stare into space. Stare at the ceiling and imagine things that could happen. Thinking that tomorrow would be a better way, To apologize to you from what I had to say. I know the things i've said wont make things change. It would be a lot better if I got over this phase. In this empty bed, I still toss and turn. Just even thinking of you my heart pounds with a burn. Never in my heart have I felt this pounding pain. And now I wish you were curled up beside me.
Laying alone with the moon shining through. I wish the next day would hurry up soon. Im thinking of a way to cure this tense feeling. But all im doing is staring at the ceiling, With the feeling in my heart and this strong, cold whiskey. As I lay here I wonder if you even miss me. I dont even have to close my eyes to see you, My vison is so distinctly clear. As the next day comes I lay with fear, Then I start to shed a tear. This Empty Bed.....this cold, cold empty bed Please forgive me for everything ive said.
