In shadows of the lonely room
     There stands an empty bed.
     Nothing to tell of the act done here
     Or the many things unsaid.

     She held onto the image.
     She wanted to believe
     That this was not a game he played
     In order to deceive.

     Was this love or just pretend?
     What happened here last night?
     The silent bed does not reveal
     Nor walls give up their sight.

     She held onto the image.
     She wanted to believe
     That this was not a game he played
     In order to deceive.

     He'd kissed her gently on her head.
     He'd held her in his arms.
     His eyes had swept across her face
     And marveled at her charms.

     She held onto the image.
     She wanted to believe
     That this was not a game he played
     In order to deceive.

     It's now dark and dreary
     Within that silent room.
     The missions's done, the farce complete.
     The bed sits in the gloom.

     She held onto the image.
     She wanted to believe
     That this was not a game he played
     In order to deceive.

     Only deep impressions
     Where the two of them had lain
     Locked in love's sweet embrace
     Is all that now remain.

     She held onto the image.
     She wanted to believe
     That this was not a game he played
     In order to deceive.

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