Terror

She can smell the blood on my hands....
I was trying to save him.
She can see the fear in my eyes...
I was trying to save him.

She can see the phone on the floor,
For fear he might go too soon.
She can see the love in my heart,
the knife in my hands,
my world a swoon.

She knew.
She knew.
She knew,
I killed him.

I'm sorry?
Did I scare you?
Did I hurt you?
Did I kill you?

I still love you, just be careful
with what you do.

You're not bulletproof.