Where were you when I laid crying
Tied down to my lonely bed.
The doctor said? you got dieing

I'm already dead.

You can't take back what you have given,

My life is like a broken glass.
I coulda been a real contender,
I could of had some class.


Thought I heard the bell
Ropes in chains waid down me.

A song for those who fell,
Over a heart they could not keep.