I’ve got my ghosts and they travel with me everywhere I go and remind me about things I’d rather forget they just won’t let me go.
And I see myself out in the woods with a pistol that I stole. And I shave my head and buzz my lip just to shed the heavy load.
I’m going back to Virginia live up on the trail
Keep to myself, but I got no choice. Never been another way
I’ve lived alone all of my life even in my own neighborhood, I am a dark space that passes by. Reach out, but it does no good.
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