The day he let me walk away,
not a word spoken. He didnt even hand me a token.
As I sat there in dispare and realized he really didn't care.
With a gun to my head the words that were said may of come from the dead.
I tried to understand why he just let me cry. Now I see it was never about me.
With my gun back at my side so began my ride. All I really lost was my pride.