When they left you for dead, that was the only time he had peace in his head. He was sure he wouldn't see you again, but that night in the rain, you put the gun to his forehead and shot him in the brain. He thought that was the end, but he was wrong. You aimed at the front, knowing he'd live to sing the song. He didn't deserve to have a quick death. Cut and dissect, remove the heart from the chest. He must die knowing I had his heart in my hand and chose to break it. Karma is a bitch, and by the circles she ran around you, she's fit.