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Bed of Spikes
looking out into the ocean
as the waves hit the shore
thinking about the good times
hoping you’re thinking the same
can’t help but find
ourselves on opposite ends
wonder if we’ll ever
be the same way again
there’s a tear in my heart
the blood doesn’t seem to dry
you’re the only one who can heal me
guess I’ll bleed until I die
my shadow towers on the wall
looking down at me
making me feel small
time maybe forever
but we’re destined to fail
love notes and messages
can’t save what separates us
everyone wants to believe
in some grander plan
that would be rather worthless to me
if I don’t end this road beside you
there’s a tear in my heart
the blood doesn’t seem to dry
you’re the only one who can heal me
guess I’ll bleed until I die
love can mean a lot of things
it can be something different
to you or to me
but through these eyes
I want nothing more than
to kiss your days away
wasting time can be painless
or it can feel like a knife
unfortunately I must lay
in this bed of spikes
as the waves hit the shore
thinking about the good times
hoping you’re thinking the same
can’t help but find
ourselves on opposite ends
wonder if we’ll ever
be the same way again
there’s a tear in my heart
the blood doesn’t seem to dry
you’re the only one who can heal me
guess I’ll bleed until I die
my shadow towers on the wall
looking down at me
making me feel small
time maybe forever
but we’re destined to fail
love notes and messages
can’t save what separates us
everyone wants to believe
in some grander plan
that would be rather worthless to me
if I don’t end this road beside you
there’s a tear in my heart
the blood doesn’t seem to dry
you’re the only one who can heal me
guess I’ll bleed until I die
love can mean a lot of things
it can be something different
to you or to me
but through these eyes
I want nothing more than
to kiss your days away
wasting time can be painless
or it can feel like a knife
unfortunately I must lay
in this bed of spikes
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