Theres an empty bed
Bare of sheets or content
Its fucking cold and dead
And there lerks a sent
The sent of resentment
Theres an image in my head
The image is red
Its a sign that says my hearts for rent
As i feel it beat against the bed
I know the pillows wont take the abuse
Theyve been worn bloody
Theyre overly used
Theyre simply tired of waiting
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