A gun A Choice
She rots in a cage of your make ; Far away from your eyes; You stripped all her powers to break ; With your love and your lies; Marooned on an island ; You gave her a gun and a choice; But she's crazy about you; She still waits around for your voice; What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?; She rots in a cage of your make; As she waits for a sign; Your gun in her hand; But there isn’t a choice in her mind; Now there's guilt in your veins ; ‘Cause there's guilt in your heart; So there's guilt in your blood ; But you're oceans apart; What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?; What kind of sick, sick love is this?; 