Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Hit


I can’t believe she put a hit out on me
After all I said, after all I’ve done

I can’t believe she took a hit out on me
They said it wasn’t personal,
It wasn’t what they were meant to do
But taxes aren’t free and times aren’t cheap
So just lie down and go to sleep

They said they’d make it fast
That I wouldn’t feel a thing
They said it would all be
Like nothing more than dream

I can’t believe she put a hit out on me
After all I did, after all I said
I thought I meant more
I thought I meant more to her

I can’t believe she took a hit out on me
They said it wasn’t personal,
They said I didn’t come cheap
Small tokens,
Small, small tokens to take

They were right
I wouldn’t feel a thing
This whole scenario’s
Numbed me deep

I can’t believe she put a hit out on me
After all I did, after all I would’ve done
I’d have thought
I’d have thought this
Would’ve been something I’d have done
Never though, did I think
That this she’d be capable of the such

I can’t believe she took a hit out on me
They said it wasn’t personal,
That all they needed was my heart
To which I stopped and laughed aloud…
As my heart had been broken long before
She ever took a hit out on me…


4 comments:

  1. That has got to be a heartache too. Sounds like it ought to be sung!

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  2. Wow, Fred, that is one intense poem. Heartbreak isn't easy to deal with.

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  3. Reminded me of The Whole Nine Yards except not as funny, if you can call the movie funny...haha....sounds like one got run over with a truck and backed up on several times and then the killing came to finish off what was left to mame. One of the worst feelings ever indeed.

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  4. I can definitely hear the song here!

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