Told from the perspective of a guy whose new girlfriend is hurt by a third party with ties to him, for which occurrence he blames himself...
When her heart got broken
I put mine back in its case,
Emptied out the bullets,
Clicked the safety into place.
Without protection of a vest,
Well outside of loveís kill range
Even if fired on by the best.
And then you came along
With a weapon so hi-tech
No defense could stand against it;
It would glide past any check.
I watched you hit the mark,
But I didnít hear a thing.
Felt no choking fear or pain,
Didnít feel the slightest sting.
Just when it seems that lifeís best things
Are never going to come,
A shot rings out from nowhere:
Loveís fast fatal hit-and-run.
For the first time in my life,
I believed that all was well.
So high, I stepped out of this world...
Then dropped straight into Hell.
Didnít know that it was missing;
Didnít know heíd got my gun,
Or when taking out the bullets,
In the chamber Iíd left one.
I didnít pull the trigger,
But the cuffs went íround my hands.
I canít escape this cell;
He walks the streets as a free man.
Just when it seems the worst in life
Is out of ammunition,
A faith fresh from the foxhole
Falls in critical condition.
I canít even look to Death
To come and ease my pain;
He waits so close beside you...
Iím afraid to breathe his name.