So many times I've been shot down, could never see myself killing a man,
Then there was a flash of happiness, blacked out woke up with blood on me and a gun in my hand.
Body laying down at my feet couldn't believe this was happening to me,
I can't take it back, don't matter the amount of "I'm sorry", i let it be.
Tears leaked onto his body as i tried to hug away the betrayal, his arms wouldn't hug back; they lied still,
Kissed his lips they wouldn't kiss me back for me he could no longer feel.
plead to God "give me a second chance bring him back or please take my life,
I'll admit i did wrong, take the gun i don't want it, i want things to be alright."
He was loving and caring not like the rest and yet i took his life away,
And with a gun in my hand his blood on my shirt I'm begging "Bae please don't go, i want you to stay"/
