Tried to take a picture Of love Didn't think I'd miss her That much I want to fill this new frame But it's empty
Tried to write a letter In ink It's been getting better I think I got a piece of paper But it's empty It's empty
Maybe we're trying Trying too hard Maybe we're torn apart Maybe the timing Is beating our hearts We're empty
And I even wonder If we Should be getting under These sheets We could lie in this bed But it's empty It's empty
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