• Your Fault

    I'm on the run
    Because of this gun
    I can't believe your dead
    My friend and my love, Fred
    I didn't mean to hurt you
    You must know this is true
    I can't look back
    Cause I know I'll crack
    You left me no choice
    I could hear it in your voice
    You deceived me
    They will never see
    You drove me to it.
    It was more than a bit.
    It's your fault
    Now your in a vault
    You wanted to be together
    You will be now and forever
    All the cops can strive
    They won't take me alive.