Laying face down on the hotel floor
The room filled with garish neon
Still breathing in labored wheezing
Maybe a look of shock on my face
Looking down she smiles sweetly
I'd gotten myself to much in her way
I shouldn't have cheated on her
The knife is still there in my back
It's funny, there is no pain
She wants what she gets and takes
No one stands in her way for long
And silently she'll slip away
Leaving not a trace behind
My boys outside don't know a thing
Unnoticed from the servant's door
Escaping stealthfully into the night
She's moving in the shadows
What was mine was always her's
I should have expected nothing less
But, God, she is so beautiful
As she leaves me dying unseen
At least my death was done by
Those beautiful hands on
The other side of the shadows.
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