There's a fire in the sky burning holes through an innocent soul and the smoke goes black. Red dot pressed up against the mind of a saint from the sinner. Pop offs that you can't take back. Bullets for words shooting off of my tongue. Oh, Lord, oh, what have I done? The funny thing is, mm, the funny thing is you're only someone when somebody kills you. A murder scene leave her dead and gone. Lift your head to the sky. Baby, you know time keeps on passing by. No more better behavе, throw the dirt on the grave. No, shе can't be saved. She's dead and gone. Oh, she's dead, she's gone. She's dead and gone. Oh, she's dead and gone. Blow, blow, blow.
Dead And Gone by Leigh Anne











