Pour the peroxide.
Open wounds on my heart.
In this hotel,
Lying in bed,
Wondering where you are...

Hours pass by,
Still sore...
Staring at the ceiling,
Holding her hand,
Hoping it's yours.

There's nothing more
I could ever do.
So I close my eyes and see...
What life would be like
If you woke up next to me.

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