Spies
His life is now constantly watched
What has he gotten himself into
They locked him away in the nuthouse
All he did was love but he was not loved
She was beautiful he loved her
We spent many evenings together
Had many happy times together
Until it changed his love got into drugs
She bought from dealers
She slept around
There was no more love for him
She eventually found the one for her
Late past midnight at the drive in
he waited and followed them
Back to their place
he entered in the front door
A pistol with a bullit
And end the fellow
Who stole from me
he quickly said
You take my love
I take your life
The police found him
Now he will be watched forever
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