This empty bed screams at me each night


This empty bed screams at me each night.
The life I miss is my own reflection upon a sea of regrets.
Some times my heart losses its dignity, and cries.
The cold touch of each night holds me to close, and obsessively tight.

This empty bed screams at me each night.

The passion of each kiss is more then I can forget.
Yesterdays arguments now argue with the loneliness of today.
Pour another drink of temporary comfort to take the edge off of heartache.
The truth of the moment rains down tears of understanding.

This empty bed screams at me each night.

Eternity is reflected upon the tears of yesterday.
Tomorrow holds the empty promises of today.
True love stabs you so gently in the heart, and the emotions flow.
Flowing into the promise of today, but today is a illusion of tomorrows broken dreams.



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