alone?
yes, alone who else would it be?
what are you doing to me!
what you did to me!
a slice, a dice
and blood starts to flow
a blade in hand
an evil grin
lies flow out of your mouth
anything to get out
to get free
to get away from me
have we been here before?
i think i recognize that tree
around in circles we run
trying to get away from the gun
a bang, a pop
and you finaly stop
can't catch a breath
panting to get some air
i look around
no one about to see
i look down at your face...
and it's me
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