I can't believe he loved her so,
She put a bullet in his brain,
She left him there, like a stone,
And let him lye in pain

His last dying wish was for her to love him
As he laid in pools of blood.
I'm not sure if it was lack of consciousness
Or that his veins were filled with mud.  

Those who slowly pass his grave,
Say you can still hear him cry,
"where are you my love...?"
"I need you, before i can truly die.