I think her guns unloaded now
I guess tomorrow will be after all?
Who made me judge and jury here?
It seems Im bearing witness to her fall
I dont know why she cries to me
(she keeps pain as company)
cause its 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 shes burning altars in her head
Autor(es): Ed Roland