I think her gun´s
unloaded now.
I guess tomorrow
will be after all?
Who made me judge
and jury here?
It seems I´m bearing
witness to her fall.
I don´t know why
she cries to me.
(she keeps her pain
as company)
´Cause it´s only time
before we all must
bleed.
Mirrors of her
memory
Reflect nothing with
each word she says.
Her views have got
me spinning ´round.
I think she´s burning
alters in her head.
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