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Empty arms

When will my head give me some rest 

It grants good thoughts a last request 

Then shows you in that see through dress

Succumbing to his charms

 

Why should I turn the other cheek 

When you\'re still playing hide and seek 

The words your mouth refuse to speak 

Are setting off alarms

 

Green eyes release a festered tear 

The first to grace my face this year 

My concrete jungle feeds your fear 

The lady from the farms 

 

When will my broken heart be whole 

Emotions regain some control 

The darkness leave my sickened soul 

And everything it harms 

 

My life no longer feels my own 

A drunken night and daily stone 

Convince me that I\'m not alone 

Despite my empty arms