my last love held his gun to his head So sweet so kind The gun was not Sharp trigger it went right through
Nine month old with a soon to be ex wife My friend liked to drink He fell down the stairs bled out Alone and passed out
Under the bridge a man hit the ground Off the side onto the rails I watched him jump His shoes popped off
my guardian angel we all have one right Mine walk with a black mist She wears all black Dragging the sickle, fallowing me closely I was told she watches over you to protect and guild My angel is death She keeps me still and silent She watches and reminds She’s not far off