Last Choice
Ive got five minutes left in this life
Fate sealed by a man and a knife
He says that I must make a choice
Who's the last one to hear my soft voice
He hands me the phone and I shake
I pray this is a joke or its fake
But the grimace on his face, all to real
My hands numb, I can't seem to feel
The thoughts in my head all collide
I look at the numbers and just can't decide
I should call my boyfriend, its true
But instead all of my thoughts are on you
He yells that I take too much time
Breaks the phone and goes on with his crime
A quick thrust,The knife pierces my lung
While your names on the tip of my tongue
Yes your names on the tip of my tongue
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