Bullet and Target
The guns are loaded,
the target in it's place.
My secrets were unfolded,
I can no longer hide my mistake.
I found myself running,
Not from the sound but to it.
A thousand more steps in the wrong direction
I was going to get shot down and I knew it.
I found myself between a bullet and target.
My bad decisions were the aim.
I tried but I couldn't forget,
I'm feeling more and more to blame.
I still had time to make it out alive.
Why didn't I stop and turn around?
Because I couldn't hear the warning.
The gun shots were too loud.
