she slit his heart in 3's 

because he lied to her 3 times

he told her he loved her 3 times 

only to cheat on her with 3 different women 

so she slowly but surely took her knife 

and gently sliced his heart 

and put it in a slice of bread and ate it 

and then she felt full and complete

and she daintily wiped her lips 

and belched 3 times 

she twirled the 3 charms around her neck 

each woman he slept with he gave them a token of his love and affection 

each one was diffrent 

each one had a picture of how they would die 

but all ended the same 

with a girl 

perhaps his first lover 

dragging a knife into their heart 

just as he had done his first lover 

they would all face the same fate 

doomed to death 

all because they so happen to fall for the same man 

she laughed at her victims as she began each process 

3 slits to the heart 

3 lovely women drenched in sin and infidelity 

3 charms adorned her neck 

1 man who stole 3 hearts 

while creating 3 caskets...

3 times a charm 

3 times there luck 

3 times the pain

Prisoner of War, PW, or POW

Should I find you, death slow and painful I vow

You hurt my friend, a little girl, your daughter

If you should see me, run away- you oughta

I'd catch you, string you up and cut you so deep

For haunting your daughter and stealing her sleep

Years later she's pained by memories of you

Cut in front of her so she could see it's through

For me too, I must admit, I want you dead

For once and for all, get you out of her head

You'd be the war prisoner, no more her, then

You, not she, would be convicted, to hell sent