When I look back upon my life
It’s always with a sense of shame
I’ve always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
As the music starts playing, the other inmates dance. Back and forth, hands waving. Yet, Bronson, sole among them, walks away from the dance floor, drugged out . . .
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