A hail of bullets flying seemingly with precision,
Watching in slow motion I have to make a decision,
Dissecting the situation doubting my conviction,
The shooter is on a rampage with the shots she's evicting

One hits my mind and I'm thinking of the reason,
The second hits my heart I'm dying by the seasons,
The third hits my back and instantly that's treason,
Gunned down by my love as her life I was leaving

Remembering our summer where she shined like the sun,
Then by the spring our love had come undone,
Winter was no more fun and we argued I was stunned,
Till now in the fall where I'm dying from her gun

Dying on the floor as she stands over me laughing,
Saying things inaudible I needed it in captions,
Couldn't understand for I gave her my passion,
And she didn't have the fight to commit to the action

So she gave me no choice but to leave and let her breathe,
Never expecting that I would suffer from it indeed,
Ascending up to heaven puzzled by the scene,
My love just killed my reality and slaughtered my dreams.

Killed for leaving love that wasn't right.