Walking south along the river Never had he found that twist of pleasure Remembering times when they were younger Setting the town on fire And watching as his fellow friends Fell apart in the wake Claiming it was all just a mistake When his finger pulled the trigger And he shot everyone It was all just a mistake When he shot everyone Nothing will stand in the way When hunger hasn't eaten for days Scrounges around where ends meet Then disappears into the fray He hopes for a while he can reconcile But the pain that never dies The ghosts of his family constantly Gnawing at his inside He pulls out a worn out photo And an old handmade gun Wishes it was he who was frying When he set the whole town on fire He walks off crying He shot everyone
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