Its 2 in the morning &
Shes glued to the carpet
The pills are all missing &
The bottle is empty
Her makeup is everywhere
Her lipstick is smuged
She lays on the floor
of the lost & departed
Her laughter is silent
and no words will come out
Thouhg she sings us a song
About the broken hearted
The gift of starting over
When all thats left isjust an
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