• I have no were to run, for you have a gun. i have no were to hide, for your

    pride might devour me whole. your lie, may leave me to die. You say "lets

    make this game last." but i have to go fast. I see the light, but all you can see

    is the word fight. Your fist leaves blood, and my tears make a flood. You smirk

    and say, "see you in hell," i smile know i am going to die here, for this i can

    tell.