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Empty Room
words cut deep
wounds burn
so I can't sleep
homes built
vacant now
all that's left is guilt
once someplace I felt so warm
winter has come
a new hole in my heart is born
get used to this world I know
brush away the tears
finally let go
wounds burn
so I can't sleep
homes built
vacant now
all that's left is guilt
once someplace I felt so warm
winter has come
a new hole in my heart is born
get used to this world I know
brush away the tears
finally let go
Published 26th Dec 2009
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