Smoking Gun

Words are spoken around a lie

A hundred needles in the eye

Hands and hearts in a fiery mess

Burning trust while still in the dress

Writing from the window signs

Seems to think that two are combined

Truth and loyality locked behind a door

Rather by a lying bitch

Than found to be whore

Caught red handed, knees are down

Weapon in hand, going to town

No back story, no where to run

Caught red handed, with a smoking gun

With a smoking gun