He keeps her heart locked in a cage
to which he lost the key
he keeps his own heart filled with rage
for all the world to see.

Long time coming
Long time gunning

Man dead on the ground
the soul still running

Flamed too ashes
Like a cigar filled with tree

Flamed too ashes
So there’s no more misery

Atleast that’s what he thinks
But to his surprise

He’s got grave problems
On the other side.

If I was as wise as I was foolish..
I would have known I was wrong.