My breath is weak, my legs are weaker, I feel the pain it's getting deeper, I can hear the sound, it's ringing louder, I grit my teeth and push for power, rushing forward to escape the pain, it’s the kind you can't explain, The paranoia in my head, if I trip I'm sure I'm dead, Over a hill and down a flat, the last stretch, I'm almost back, The clack of a shot, but this time quicker, I turn to look and feel it enter, The hot lead it clips my heart, I hit the ground and fall apart, I'm sure it hurt, but I barely felt it, I strained to see the one who dealt it, it was right there I lay dying, no remorse, and no one crying, on my death bed without a cover, I see the shooter, it is my lover.
