This Empty Room - Lucy Woodward

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