• She's lied down,
    head to the ground.
    For the love she used to chase,
    the blood traces down her face.
    To the love who used her,
    the gunshot was just a blur.
    Her hands released her envy,
    her jealousy.
    The shriek of the pistol was her last song,
    it wasn't her fault, everyone else liked to sing along.
    No more lies,
    no more good byes.
    She remained silent,
    only to stay innocent.
    No matter how they try to tell her they want her near,
    she still kept the pistol close to her ear.