This is how

Songs of the Everyday

The dogs are tearing at my insides.
This is how the guilt begins
And the loving dies

And the laughter dies
The regret begins
It tears its angry way outside.

You thought that what you did was right
You woke the fear curled up inside
This is how the end begins
This is how we die.

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