I’d Rather be Shot Dead

When you realize what you did but it is already too late. No way can I correct my past. Regret is all that’s left in my heavy heart. There is no one around to lean on; no one to depend on. I’m all alone in the darkness, questioning why did I do that... Was I in my right mind? Am I stupid? Why do I trust others so easily? With just a few flowery lines, I became under their spell, with no control over myself. To be manipulated or to be shot dead right away. I’d rather choose the latter.