They sang lullabies, Full of lustful lies,
The melodies of her lonely cries.
She asked, with one painful piece of lead,
put that gun to my heart,pull the trigger,shoot me dead.
She was sick of sitting there with this heart-ache,
Waiting for someone to change her old ways,
In the end, Death sounded better,
Tears dripped on the paper, as she wrote her Good-Bye letter