I've got three,
they hold my fate in their hands,
it could take only three,
to end my life.
I burnt all the papers to ashes along the dirt road,
my hands shook as the flames ate my secrets alive,
It always to late to turn the car around,
A handsome man with no love to give,
even if he had the power.
I've spent my life hanging from this rope,
It frayed and snapped,
I fell on you,
and now you will remember me,
for the rest of your life,
as the man who brought you down.