The Fugitive Stole My:

There once was a Fugitive who stole my heart And he was running away He never knew how to stay He stole more hearts than one How many all together no one knows He stole a heart with every rose Words were his advantage He strung them together with such beauty It seemed like it was his duty But now his actions are showing his true colors He is starting to slip away Oh never can he ever stay He is a fugitive He is running - not from the law but from the hearts he shattered Because all the girls he hurt are battered And now he can’t fix a thing