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When i look around the room i see that everything inside
is meant for someone else.
the pictures on the wall
the extra chair meant for a guest
the ashtray sitting there so silently
now just an ugly paperweight
i never got to earn them
i could have but didn't see
now i sit here suffering
their availability
two cups to share the joe
a dresser meant for her clothes
an extra chair that wont stop screaming
it's the only thing i hear
everything here is meant for someone else
for a couple or a family but not for me
well i think it's time i changed that
it's my responsibility
i've got to stop this suffering
this availability
the coffee calms my nerves
a torn up sheet to make the rope
a dresser to write this letter on
the ashtray can hold the ring
the pictures on the wall
make for an okay final scene
this extra chair will stop it's screaming
when i kick it to the floor
oh yeah
woah yeah
nothing in this room is meant for anybody now
not the letter, the story,
or the golden ring
and definitely not the body on the floor
oh yeah
woah yeah
nothing in this room is meant for anybody else
not
any more.
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