My whole life I waited for someone like you.
I never thought I'd find you too.

For a little while it was great,

then all of a sudden it turned to hate.

On the inside you always had me baking,

I could never just stop shaking.

My mind always seems to go blank,

Every Time I'd try to think.

So I went on with my life,

but wanted to go on strike.

Then one lonely night,

you didn't even hold me tight.

All you did was get mad;

I didn't want to know what you just had.

It was the very last time you called me "Hun",

and just one bullet out of a gun.

Then a crack of thunder,

and I was 6 feet under.