Empty rooms filled with silence
Empty bottles of wine
A broken heart laying on the floor
Tears blinding the rear view mirror
Permanent rain clouds
One bed to share
Painful conversations
One billion questions
Four empty tissue boxes
Love songs in every direction
A house that isn't a home
Memories become salt to a wound
Tomorrow's take too long
Yesterday's still linger
Today doesn't want to be here
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