She lost her love, tore the picture of the one she thought of,
She's alone again, but it's worse than it's ever, ever been.

She hurts so bad, down and out,
She feels the pain of a broken heart,
She hurts so bad, she feels the pain of a broken heart.

The black rain falls,
The river runs red, like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head,
The black rain falls,
The river runs red, like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head.

She holds the cross in her hand, but she feels so cold and lost,
Take a look inside - nowhere to run, no place to hide.

She hurts so bad, down and out,
She feels the pain of a broken heart,
She hurts so bad, she feels the pain of a broken heart.

The black rain falls,
The river runs red, like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head,
The black rain falls,
The river runs red, like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head.

She never told a lie; put her faith in love, never compromised,
She had a heavy gun, but she tied her strings, never came undone.

She hurts so bad, down and out,
She feels the pain of a broken heart,
She hurts so bad, she feels the pain of a broken heart,
She hurts so bad, down and out,
She feels the pain of a broken heart,
She hurts so bad, she feels the pain of a broken heart.

The black rain falls,
The river runs red, like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head,
The black rain falls,
The river runs red, like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head.