• Don't you wish at this moment,
    That you had listened just once,
    To your mother's warnings of night perils and such.

    Don't you wish at this hour,
    That you weren't laying in the woods,
    To your dismay alone and confused.

    Don't you wish at this minute,
    That you weren't staring at this man,
    To your great fear staring back.

    Don't you wish at this second,
    That you couldn't see your thoart being slit,
    To your shocking ending without even a scream.

    Don't you wish at this instance,
    That you could see her again,
    To your mother you would run and hold instead.