Barbed wire.

"Probably the only romantic crap I will ever write...as soft as i can go.This is a song about an outlaw who lost the woman he loved..so here goes....."

Two bullets to heaven,

One gunshot to hell,

One day, one hour, one moment,

I remember well.

Down in my basement,

Inside a red book old and worn,

Lies a withered dead rose.

Yet i still feel the thorns.

So i close my eyes and clench my fist,

And i try not to fall apart.

One day, one hour, one moment,

Like barbed wire around my heart.

So i close it shut, repress myself,

And turn my back for one more day,

And wonder one more thought of lament

-Why the innocent must always pay.

And outside in the valley,

The sun sets, it is dark.

One day, one hour, one moment,

Barbed wire around my heart.

In an old forgotten closet,

With an old forgotten key.

Lies the gun that took her life,

Though it didn’t fire the shot, that gun belongs to me.

Now, five bullets still remain in the chambers,

But I’ve run out of heart.

That day, that hour, that moment,

Is still barbed wire ripping me apart.