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This empty room (Woodward Lucy )

I sit inside alone, piles of scattered memories surround me Torn pieces on the floor, bags outside the doorway If only I had a dime for every time I just didn't find my heart I'm clearing out this house of clutter I toss my trash into the gutter It's over, at least it will be soon Boxes full of lies and letters Pictures ripped up so much better It's over, now that's its me and this empty room I got a special kinda of paint, to brush away the frenzy Left behind, I the bed a mess on his side And wear his t-shirt on last time then I dust with it again I could try a thousand times to just defy his heart But I'm clearing out this house of clutter I toss my trash into the gutter It's over, at least it will be soon Boxes full of lies and letters Pictures ripped up, so much better It's over, now that's its me and this empty room I'm clearing out this house of clutter I toss my trash into the gutter It's over, at least it will be soon Boxes full of lies and letters Pictures ripped up so much better It's over, now that's its me and this empty room