In the valley of death, where the red river flows,
There stands a girl, holding onto a crimson rose...

I can feel the bridges burning beneath my feet,
Tattered and falling, as I walk this lonely...

She slams another memory down,
Swallowing her pride with her tears...

Lines taken from Hotel California, by The Eagles...

It`s a funny thing, when two friends become more,
And suddenly, they`re different than they were...

I rip my heart wide open,
So you can sew it up...

A pedestal, etched with my name:
Sits, drowned in all my flaws...

It`s said to be a myth, but the truth is hidden,
In this sad story where true love was forbidden...

Written with the amazing Michael, <33...

She took it as harshly as any other girl would,
The day that he turned his back and walked...

Whiskey tears drown away sorrow,
Of a broken down heart...

Lines originally sung by Miranda Lambert,
Song --> Gunpowder and Lead...