Fear for Death
I see it across the room
The object that will lead my doom
He looks at me and smiles with glee
You should have chosen me
He pulls the gun to my head
I close my eyes
Getting ready to die
I dont think about the good times
But more about all my lies
I beg for forgiveness
My mind in distress
And time is done
When he shoots the gun
The object that will lead my doom
He looks at me and smiles with glee
You should have chosen me
He pulls the gun to my head
I close my eyes
Getting ready to die
I dont think about the good times
But more about all my lies
I beg for forgiveness
My mind in distress
And time is done
When he shoots the gun
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