She sits waiting at the edge of the bed,
dressed like an angel from hell, lookin’ for a kill,
the weight of a gun clenched like a promise.
Eyes lost—yet sharp, ready to hunt—
fixed on a place far beyond the room,
where noise fades, time stills,
and even the heart forgets to ache.
That’s when you understand—
the one she’s waiting for
did more than just leave a mark.
He made a mistake he won’t live to make twice.
We talked like lovers and laughed like best friends.
