.Winters like a plague I fill the emptiness inside with broken glass
Johnny's got his gun
And mamma's still cleaning up the blood he's laying in
It's the long goodbye
All thoughts become a mirror like anguish mimicking me
When it's cold here mother I can see my breath on the windo.
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