Our Song Was BAD

Our Song Was BAD

He played a song, they played it loud

I heard it once, I felt so proud

We danced to it, in younger days

Before I saw his darker ways

It played today, that same old tune

I shut it off, too loud, too soon

The words he sang, they used to shine

Now every line feels like a freaky lie

He’s locked away, a loaded gun

He robbed, he hurt, then tried to run

They caught him fast, no glory there

Just a evil man and cold, blank stares

I dream of him like nothing’s wrong

Then I remember the bad man’s song

The nights he cursed, the things he stole

The way he tried to own my soul

And near the end, that line he sang

“Yes, I’m bad”—yeah, now I know

Not bold, not tough, just mean and low

That song’s a lie, it frightens me.

Now you reap just what you sowed.