Slowly picking her pieces up,
her pain is no more her fear.
Burning that to the ground.
Looking into her eyes,
you'll see the pain
she's still struggling
fighting with that fire
that's burning deep from within
those pieces were never extinguished!

He was caught within her crossfire
Poor bastard never had a chance.
She shoots him down like a
Cat on a hot tin roof.
Ya, that poor lad,
Surely didn't have any
Hope in hell.

She didn't see him like the others,
Locking him till she only saw the crossfires.
She pulled the trigger with ease.
The cat fell off that hot tin roof
No, chances in hell he'll be getting back up.
For he broke her heart for the last time.

She shoots him down like a
cat on a hot tin roof.
Ya, that poor lad,
Surely didn't have any
Hope in hell.
She buried her pain that night
As she did the Cat on the
Hot Tin Roof.


*Cat on the Hot Tin Roof*


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