Dead To Me

Planned my getaway to Phoenix Ten dollars for a greyhound bus A small price to pay to know he's up in flames For what he's done to us Every strike pushed me further To the point of no return When he took my hand, he took my life And now I'll give him what he's earned But who am I to right his wrongs Or is this what I've become From the only daughter of a gospel-preaching man Why would I go on the run I could forgive all that he's done But either way, he will always be Dead to me Never thought that I'd find peace On the wrong end of a gun If I get my way, I'll send him back to where he's from And he'll have to rest with what he's done But who am I to right his wrongs Or is this what I've become From the only daughter of a gospel-preaching man Why would I go on the run I could forgive all that he's done But either way, he will always be Dead to me But who am I to right his wrongs Or is this what I've become From the only daughter of a gospel-preaching man Why would I go on the run I could forgive all that he's done But either way, he will always be Dead to me Planned my getaway to Phoenix Ten dollars for a greyhound bus