As I lay dyin' on the floor where you left me, with a shiny dagger struck through my gut. I thought about how we got 'ere to this moment, with you hating me so, so much. I reflected on the mistakes I made, there are many and they are spread wide and I wonder was it my fault that you were the one that would kill me. I would ask you but you left, with that whore you call your girl and then it came to me, how I could fix this for us. So I called out knowing that you wouldn't leave until you knew that I was dead.
