My hands are tied; stringed together by a piece of twine, when they used to come to my house we laughed over a bottle of wine.
Now they talk about me like I am far away, I am here but my soul is been led astray.
They give me that liquid that weakens me when I am at my best, taunt and hunt me they will not let me rest.
I scream most times and try to vent, they run away like I have no hope and they have placed their bet.
My hair is in locks because I like the feel, of being free from the world not caring if it is real.
My world used to be perfect I had all the cards, I dealt so well I became the best hands.
The casino was 200 yards from the rail way; where I met her and she blew me away.
Her hair was brown and her eyes had a patch of grey, she kept walking in circles that day like she had lost her way.
I tried to say Hi! But it was like my tongues were tied, I couldn’t lose a girl for me it was a thing of pride.
Finally I poked her and I guess she liked the feel, of a young man dressed in all teal.
I would spare you the mushy details of our love story, cos at the end I do not want to hear your sorry.
I became hooked to her like a juvi on meth, a day without her and it was like I was out of breath.
Soon she became the solace I needed, to start my life over and believe me it was needed.
So one day I bought the ring, I took her for karaoke and I watched her sing.
After the song I pulled her close, bent on one knee and brought out a rose.
Told her I loved her and asked her to be mine, brought out the ring and I watched her shine.
The minute she was about to speak, I heard a bang and then it became bleak.
She fell in my arms and there was a pool of blood, I didn’t get it or was it a flood.
My girl has been shot by the hands I dealt, I snapped cos I couldn’t deal with how I felt.
Call me mad all you want, I will stay here at this very spot.
Holding my hands out hoping she falls, then when she does I will be back to who I was.