(Geoff Tate/Michael Wilton)
Empty room today
And here I sit
Chalk outline upon the wall
I remember tracing it
A thousand times, the night she died, why?
There`s no sleep today, I can`t pretend
When all my dreaams are crimes
I can`t stand facing them
Now who will come
To wash away my sins
Clean my room, fix my meals
Be my friend?
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