Lost and alone,
Your love was too slow,
She died on her own,
And you’re too late now.

You wouldn’t tell her,
Just how you were feeling,
She’s losing herself,
As her love she’s revealing.

And no matter how many miles,
Your legs try to run,
You’re holding her heart,
In the barrel of a gun.

I told you to drop that gun,
Loaded with your fate,
But you shot her dead,
And now it’s too late.

 
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