I live in a house
where mirrors replace broken windows
and each passing glance
has me railing back in disgust
...
when i wake up in the morning
i am going to write a letter
i ll say im sorry for the fighting
and address it to my mother
...
do memories bleed more than a fresh wound
am i mistaken, or have you been staging a coup
am i not to recall you left me first?
am i supposed to forget that you are much worse..
...
this is a song about the girl buried in the snow
i percieved to save her and bring her from the cold.
but she was the one with something to teach
she showed me of love, and the ways for which i reach.
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