I was left
Down in the desert
I lay and wait until the fabled flood

I was scared
Stinging and unstable
Praying Jesus come and take this pain

I was found
Down in the ghetto
Where the hooligans cut off my hand

I was wrong
Trying to be subtle
I didn't know I had the gun in my hand

I was wrong
Mourning all the lovers
I didn't know about the poison that spread

My best friend
Met her at sierra
Now all I see is death