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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
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