They’re hunting me down
He tore my gown
This night was supposed to be magic
But I know now it can only end tragic

A gunshot resounds and I taste sounds

The last thing I see
Is my blood splatter on a tree

The last thing I hear
My own scream, ringing in fear

The last thing I smell
Is the dirt I hit when I fell

Warm brown eyes full of enchanting lies
Wouldn’t let go, and on this forest floor
My blood slowly dries

He wouldn’t take no
And he wouldn’t let go
So here I will fade
In a pillow of snow