The Bed کے بول

second best at best you've been careless with me what do you see that you like in that black bearded bitch my rusty frame shall i fall to an aching body always alone i have to leave now to get through to you the lows of love, the lows of life, the lows of seeing a man die i've been waiting for this getting you in it-the bed what do you need what do you like and what do you get from this my thick shame, shall i fold to my empty body now i have to leave this to stick through to you the loads of pain, the loads of lies, the loads of seeing men die and i've been learning how to fall i've been stopped, trapped, bought it's been seeping through my dreams, dreams and it's coming out in screams heavy hate like a bow shooting slow well i've been there and i'm not scared to go back