You came at me with a gun in your hand. Telling me I was wrong, you shouted it was all my fault and shot me in the chest and then ran out, and slammed the door. As I lay on the floor bleeding out, I just tried to understa,nd why. What did I do to deserve this. Where did I go wrong. Everything had been all right  not to long ago now I lay here with a hole straight though the heart eyes a vacant as the night sky.
I have died a thousand times  over and over again I have been though this pain but this time it feels way to real.