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Bed fit for a king, Yet it stills stings Big empty bed with so much room Alone with my thoughts, regret filled tune Staring at the ceiling with its black background My yawning stretches filling hallow with sound Lots of space so i sleep diagonal Spirit is plummeting, im acting irrational Plenty of room to steal covers off a lover But instead, i lay alone Tossing and turning and yerning Big empty bed with so much room So much space for loneliness to consume
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
Big Empty Bed
Bed fit for a king, Yet it stills stings Big empty bed with so much room Alone with my thoughts, regret filled tune Staring at the ceiling with its black background My yawning stretches filling hallow with sound Lots of space so i sleep diagonal Spirit is plummeting, im acting irrational Plenty of room to steal covers off a lover But instead, i lay alone Tossing and turning and yerning Big empty bed with so much room So much space for loneliness to consume
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
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