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As I lie here in this bed
Nothing but grief hangs over my head
I sit up and listen
Nothing but silence
Lonely
Scared
Comforting silence
Where did you go?
To her bed I suppose
I read it on your face
Guilt is all that shows
What’s left for us?
Who knows?
It’s not me this time
It’s all on you
I’m ready to go
If only you will let me
Let me go.