I didn't see it coming
If I did I would be running
A man at the door
Blood on the floor
The man held a bloodied blade
My vision slowly began to fade
My closest friend in tears
This was one of my biggest fears
The sound of police running into the house
I sat bleeding, quite as a mouse
I heard a gunshot and the man fell
Well...
It was too late for me...
Goodbye...
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