• Why shall you grant me the wish to live or die when you’re the one who shall look in the mirror before you lay the knife within me, as you lay the knife within I look into your eyes and see fear. Within everyone there is hope for a better change, to bad I was the only person who could see that inside of you, now I lay on the ground, bleeding; as I bleed your hope seeps away... just like my life. I’m sorry to say I loved you; it was true it did come true. How can I like? You did leave me breathless, as I wished. They always did say careful what you wish for, as it could come true. Wasn’t what I expecting when I hoped you would leave me breathless. I tried to reach for your blood covered hand for one last time, to think back about the times we shared, you wasted it all over a fight; you flee as you hear the police outside yelling and abusing. You do the same old thing, that damn gun doesn’t show that you’re a big man, not at all! What’s this? Another life wasted due to one person.. what happen to the person I knew and Loved? Bullets fire through the air, as the sounds of wounds and blood splats fill the air. What’s this, you’re bleeding? Bloody is rushing out of your body as you try to kill one last person, but can’t do it, can you? You try your hardest but you just can’t, just like normal; you can’t finish anything off; you always leave the job half way through with no hope of doing anything. You could never amount up to anything, never. You found the strength to reach this extra mile and picked up your gun with your bloody covered hands as your life begins to fade away, your precise gun. Firing the bullets right into the range of another soul in front of you, for once; you sho tis bullet in the right place. You took the right soul today, but to bad this isn’t doesn’t cut it. Now that you lay on the ground with a bullet through your head, do you feel like big men now... do you?