Strings of pearl and hidden diamonds.
Coming home late, always an excuse.
It wasn’t love she wasn’t doing it for, I gave her plenty
Not for attention, because I gave her all of mine.
She was seduced by gifts and expense
All that I could not afford.
I think that she still loves me
But I couldn’t supply the drug, the taste she has acquired.
I’ve bought a gun
And a mask to hide my face
Trying not to measure the lengths I’ll go
To keep her
“Nobody has to get hurt” I tell the jeweller
There’s been hurt enough.