Lying on the concrete bed, with story's to tell and words still unsaid. Shame in my head for getting me here, guilt for the night that flashed me almost dead.
Lying alone in the concrete bed, wishing for another chance to turn me good again. What more is there to say, it will all go away hopefully some day, but now i will turn over to the other side and sleep away on the concrete bed.
Lying alone in the concrete bed, wishing for another chance to turn me good again. What more is there to say, it will all go away hopefully some day, but now i will turn over to the other side and sleep away on the concrete bed.




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