Murder, I Wrote

She left here never planned to stay
Now I pray she comes back someday
Holes were dug and the earth filled in
Everything goes quiet

Do my best just to tell it true
A concept that she never knew
When she lies its six feet down
Lying in that cold cold ground

Clothes on the line now scattered in the wind
Lights left on by the door
Hands still shaking, Im trembling
Lord, she can't hear me crying anymore

Ill wait here no sense to run
With dirty hands and a rusty gun
Lawmen find me here Ill be
Prisons all that's left for me

Scratched my name in the hollow tree
Taking back what belongs to me
Smoke from the fire burns my eyes
Everything goes quiet

Clothes on the line now scattered in the wind
Lights left on by the door
Hands still shaking, Im trembling
Lord, she can't hear me crying anymore

She left here, never planned to stay
Now I pray she comes back someday
Holes were dug and the earth filled in
Everything goes quiet



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Giblin, Matt Easton, Scott Stolee, Steve Rozitis
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