I’m in pain

My soul is sick

Killing is my disease

How much is your heart worth to me?

Nothing

I’m nothing to them

You were in their way

They said killing is my release

I shot two birds with one bullet

And I was one of them

How much is your heart worth to me?

Nothing

I’m nothing to them

You were in their way

You disturbed their agenda

They said killing is my freedom

They said I shot you to set me free

Do you think killing you set me free from my embedded jail?

How could I have ever loved you if I’ve never loved myself?