December 8

Success was found with a gunshot to his head
With the Southern Comfort of his Bible with him on his bed
Every winter without you turns me more cold
I failed my future so i'm just growing up to grow old
No need for a jacket it won't warm a heart
No need for love my emotions have been ripped apart
Broken and reckless lost without a clue
I told you I'd be lost if I ever lost you
I miss you Keith A Vantine Death before Dishonor 'til the end 8 Dec 2006