The day that death came for me,
was the day I said, "I do".
A happy day, full of laughs and kisses
with the one I thought was true.

I had my doubts, once or twice,
but never thought it reality.
But as I saw him kiss her lips,
I could feel my heart's mortality.

I cried that night, but not from sorrow.
No broken heart, just hate.
I kept seeing both of their faces,
I believe I went insane.

As we lay there, my new husband and I,
a thought had crossed my mind.
"Put an end to this, his selfish ways,
release him of his lies."

So to the drawer I walked, so empty,
as though I weren't alive.
I gently reached in, and took it out,
that glimmering 45.

Then I went blank, as you might believe,
I'd made a grave mistake.
I held his face in my arms,
I'd had all I could take.

So I took the poisoned pistol,
and I put it to my head.
I pulled the trigger, not once, but twice,
and now I'm finally with my lover, dead.