Shoot Me

I fell into a subtle ambush
On my way are vipers
I'm on a strange evening
A rifle stalks my back

I can't make it to your street
I'm in a big trouble
I can't look into your innocent eyes (literally, oppressed or quiet)
I'm on the run

In fact, tonight, my heart being in my hands
I'd tell you a secret of mine
If this bullet didn't pierce me inside
I'd have taken you away

Shoot me, don't give me to them
Take my ashes, scatter them over distant roads
Let our love/story be spread across mountains
But you don't cry, no!

I fell into a subtle ambush
Tonight is so bitter as poison
I'm at the end of the road
Wearing out silently

Ah, i can't reach out for your hands
I'm laid on the ground
I can't make it to those innocent dreams
I'm dying