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The Bed I Made (Lyric) by BrandonW

Is there a way to find the odds That you'd walk through that door? Around or near the time Her clothing hit my floor. Is there a way to find the words For what can't be explained? I have not found the strength I cannot speak your name. Everything reminds me of your taste, Your face, and how we'd lay For hours in the same place. Just waste away the day Content with that we'd made. Is there a way to find the time Precisely when I knew? I'd never see your eyes Or be inside of you. Is there a way to hide the guilt Or possibly the shame? I have not found the strength I cannot speak your name. Everything reminds me of that day, The trust that I betrayed Can never be replaced. Now I'm left to lay In the bed I made

Dovina 4-Nov-05/3:06 PM
Well, if you're insistant against a chorus, may I suggest a melody like Frederick Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat major, op 9, no. 2. He wrote it while in love with Camile and after he had asked her father for her hand. Because Chopin had tuberculosis, the father would not consent.




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