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This is such a lonely bed, with tired eyes at 4 a.m. The TV set reminds me this is only a test. The middle of the night can bring moments of uncertainty, but I can’t help but think.Oh, if I could start all over again. I’d empty my mouth of all the words left unsaid, swallow my pride and reach out my hand. But can you trust a desperate man?My clarity becomes a mess, as emptiness fills up my chest.One bottle gives me sleep tonight, but two gives me rest.Nights are long when hope is gone, but they say it’s darkest just before the dawn.So I remind myself I don’t have to do this alone. Oh, if I could start all over again. I’d empty my mouth of all the words left unsaid, swallow my pride and reach out my hand. But can you trust a desperate man?When did I become this person I can’t trust? From Letras Mania