I was a singer
And on one of my consorts
A lady walked up to me

She was sweet
She was pure
And she was in love

We became friends
Close friends
I wrote songs and sung them to her
She listened and commented
It was a good relationship
Or so I thought

She wanted more
She wanted love
But she only got friendship

She stood with me
We laughed
We cried
But I was less knowing
Because she cried more

She loved me
She thought I loved her
She thought the songs were hers
I didn’t know

The years went by
We stand by our songs
But they aren’t for each other
An unwanted misunderstanding

The years continued
We both aged so much
As the years continued
Her light fades

She was on her death bed before she said
“I love you with all my heart”
The words are stuck in my head

People say she died
From a heart attack
If that is so I am the killer
Because I broke that heart

I didn’t know
I didn’t know

When I was walking down the street
Someone came to me
They asked if I was a singer

I replied with no
Not now
Because my songs
Killed a dove.