They point their gun at me but i withdraw.

i withdraw and they're still pointing at me

why have i become the victim when all i ever did was help them?

They point their gun at me with tears falling down their cheeks like a riverfall. But were they real?

They say to me: "you couldve done something to prevent this but you didnt"
I answer: "you never told me so how could I have known?"

They fire their gun at me leaving me down on the ground bleeding for help. Bleeding for their love and forgiveness even though they shot me.

My heart still aches for you.

"I have no love for you anymore" they whisper softly , even though I'm dead and gone I wish for you to come back and make me alive again.

But I guess it won't happen , I'm dead to you, but you're alive to me.

I would never kill you, not even for a second .

But them. They had no hesitation. Now they label me as the murder and you're the victim.

What side would you like to play?