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Bloody Winter
A joyous day- Painted black, And red with yellow You stained me- With all the lies, Hate, And selfishness. Did you really want me? Is that why you turned me away? Away, Where are you going in life? A dead-end, Dead-weight, Wasted life. Hurt inside, All cut up, This life of lies- I’ve fallen for. Fallen, Falling, Fall. I despise this, You’re vague hatred- And complete disregard. I needed you, And you took my warning- Washing it away, With liquor and booze. When we smoked by the courthouse, And you said you thought you had the girl, The girl you would spend the rest of your life with, Were you lying then? Unafraid of consequences, I’ll drown you in my bloody tears- Of salt and regret, Of love and hatred, Of distraught and remembrance. I saw Gracie the other day, With Dan and his kids, Why won’t you come into town, your little pawn asks, With others, Perhaps others. Bloody winter, Washes through the cobblestone streets.
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