Tale of misfortune and third party lies

Man in a prison with tears in his eyes

Heart ever breaking as always he pines

For the dangerous woman who rendered love blind

Con artist addict, her palette cocaine

She painted death’s picture and signed with his name

Her life filled with madness for the drug that she craved

Took its toll in the darkness as she dug her own grave

Now the thought of her memory drives him insane

No hope for the future, no cure for his pain.