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The room is filled up tight, my love

With words we never said.

They drowned out laughter, tears, and pleas

Inside my aching head.

You never want to answer me

The questions that I bring.

You only want to lie and cheat

While handing me a ring.

That simply isn’t good enough

The walls have eyes tonight.

They see the things you’ve done to me,

They see the way we fight.

The windows listen to the final blow

As I storm away.

While the moon lights up the way to go

Since I just cannot stay.

So when you’re sitting in that worn out chair,

The one you held me in,

You can talk to what you’ve built around

Your little life of sin.

Maybe they can make you see

By recounting our last breath

That you’re not strong enough to treat me right,

That I scare you to death.