Her Broken Heart

Her heart did break Upon his reply To the bathroom she did fly Open and close, Open and close, the Open and close of a door. She paces back and forth Tears rolling down her cheeks Upon the backroom floor Silently pacing, Silently pacing, Silently pacing the backroom floor. Figures arguing quietly He walks away slowly Crying as she pulled the gun Crack, Crack, the Crack of a shot through the air. He cursed her as he lay dying Eyes wide from crying, she began laughing A manic grin crossed her face Bang, Bang, the Bang of a bullet to her head.