Pulls pin from grenade
One one thousand...
There's not much time left
What are we going to do
Two one thousand....
Should we die together
Or should I jump on top of this grenade for you
Trying to protect you from the blast get away!
Three one thousand....
The clock is ticking
We're still in this position
Love,pain,hurt,apologies then love again
Four one thousand...
It's getting old but I still can't let you go
I don't know what to do
I'm confused and hurt at the thought of losing you
Five one thousand...
Wait..I thought we still had more time!
Boom...