I knew as soon as I seen you I was in trouble.You held a shotgun and a smile. How was I supposed to run away from You, when all I want to do was run towards you?
How am I supposed to hide from the one thing I want to keep close by me? How was I supposed to fight you, when I couldn't even stand to see you hurt? I stand there as you smile and then I understand this is what  you want from me.
If my death is all I have to offer you, then who am I to complain if you take it. After all they say that death is the sweetest when one is with their love one during the last moments.