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.
