I'm Bleeding Out

And if the last thing that I do,

Is to help you up,

And you drive a knife into my back,

Well, I can only say that it was worth it.

At least I died with my soul still intact and

My definition of who I am still sound.

But as I bleed out on your kitchen floor,

I wonder if I could have avoided this.

The End

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