He lays on his cell bed, looking up at the concrete sealing
hands on his head
He closes his eyes and sees the smoking gunAgain and again.
The memory always lurking just under his eye lids
He gives in and lets his mind take him away***
"Hey, baby. It's ok, it's ok, it's ok"
But it wasn't
It was everything except okHis voice was trembling
He was trembling
Tiny earthquakes erupting inside his head***
He sees a smoking gun
And the coward that ran
And in his arms is the bleeding love of his life
And his love cried,"Kiss it all better
I'm not ready to go"And he cried
"It's not your fault love
You'll be ok, you didn't know"His loves hands are so cold
But he kisses his lips anyway
And said"Everything will be all right"
He noticed the gun,
And the rage grew insideHe said
"I'll avenge you tonight, my love"
He look the gun and shot
A bullet pierced the man's back
And he fellAnd his love cried
"Kiss it all better,
I'm not ready to go"And he cried
"It's not your fault love
You'll be ok, you didn't know"***
Now he sits behind prison bars
Twenty-five years of life and his love is not in his arms
He couldn't bring him back with a bullet to the heart of the back of a man who tore his world apartBut he holds onto a memory
"All it is, is a memory"
He cries
"Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me
Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me
Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me"And his love cried
"Kiss it all better
I'm not ready to go"And he cried
"It's not your fault love
You'll be ok, you didn't know"But now he cries
"Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me
Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me"
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Short StoryThese are songs that I turned into (sometimes sad) stories, I hope you like them.