Look at the Bed
Then at the wall
Figure out your Life and all

You cannot see the Empty Bed
But you know it's there
He's in your head.

As you reach for him you retract
Because you know if you do, you'll be attacked

Your mind will bring back the pain you felt
Make you cry and watch you Melt.

He's never there
He never was

The Empty Bed is the Cause

He gets up and leaves in the dead of night
Leaving you in a State of fright

Knowing he could be snooping around
Makes you feel unpretty as you look at the women in town..

Which one is the Whore sleeping with your Man?
Is it her? The woman with the tan?

But he never Loved you
I mean Why would He?

Look at you you're Just a shell of what you used to be.

He's broken you
He's Hurt you.

He's lied and he's Cheated

And now you're Body is finally defeated

But...

Look at the ceiling
Then look at the wall.

The bed where you used to share All.

It seems to shrink in the darkness of your mind

But it's still Cold and empty
You still Naive and Blind.

He's always Gone
He's out and about

Walking around With his High hoisted Snout.

Broken and Stupid
You wither away

Just to wake up again to a Cold and Empty Day.