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Foot Of My Bed
When I go to sleep
I place my rib cage under my bed
My bones are heavy yet weightless
This is not the place to be
Burdened with a sorrow that devours me
It wont be long and my heart will follow
Pumping at the foot of my bed
As I lay still and hear the beat
I can feel the hesitation
I can taste the defeat
I place my rib cage under my bed
My bones are heavy yet weightless
This is not the place to be
Burdened with a sorrow that devours me
It wont be long and my heart will follow
Pumping at the foot of my bed
As I lay still and hear the beat
I can feel the hesitation
I can taste the defeat
Published 2nd May 2013
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