I never thought that he really loved me,
because of the way he'd walk away.
He'd leave when ever I came near,
and I thought he hated me.
But who would have known he really loved me,
with the way he acted it didn't seem he did.
But he proved his love to me,
when he stepped in front of the bullet meant for me.
If he hated me,
would he risk his life for mine?
No he would have smiled,
and gone about his business.
But instead he let the bullet take his life,
and left me to this world I hate.
I knew I loved him,
and even more so now.
So as I watch his life leave him,
I wish I could join him.
I can't let him leave me here,
I love him to much.
I look to see the gun man standing waiting,
and I whisper "do it".
With one shot I join my love,
and together we leave this place.
Many think he died because of me,
and the truth is their right.
But he choose to save me,
and I choose to join in his fate.
What's the point of living when,
your loved one is gone?
So instead of living in pain,
I joined him to wards happiness.
