I Told You Once now you must die

I Told You Once now you must die

I told you once—don’t mess with my head,

The gun in my pocket says you want to be dead.

You play with my mind like it’s some kind of game,

Laugh in my face, but remember my name.

I walked through the fire, I danced in the dark,

Swallowed my anger, you left a mark.

You twisted the truth, you sharpened the knife,

Now tell me—was it worth risking your life?

The weight in my hand, the steel cold and real,

Echoes the rage that you made me feel.

You pushed and you pulled, thought I wouldn’t bite,

But shadows fight back when you steal their light.

So here we stand, the line has been crossed,

You gambled my love, now count what you lost.

I told you once—don’t mess with my head,

This time I mean it. Enough has been said.

Bang went the gun, the wine glass fell to the floor,

His killer wife walked out of their door.

Now with a taste for blood, she is the queen of gun law.

No man will ever mess her around—no, never, no more.