Turnstile Heart Station

I have a turnstile heart-pay the price and become a part Like the train- it has many stops you see. And if the price is right, it could be between you and me. But most, just like to take the ride And they wave as they pass me by. Some will stop to talk awhile Others will laugh and give a smile. Then I have the ones who want to share Their pains, their hurts, and despairs. This is called the lonely heart station Where people look in fascination. You have some pains- don’t be shy Drop them off as you’re flying by. This heart has seen so much pain That they take it as a game. So pay the price or make your bet For it gets better yet. I have a special two for one I have the bullet, you have the gun.