The End Poem by William Mowell

Never look back, I've done that for years, and I hardly every cried any tears
I've been dealt some harsh cards, my life seems so hard
pointed at me now, shotguns in my face, am I really ready for this kind of case

Dodging bullets, and reloading, and now the tanks exploding
Is this the end, or will I be alright, I wasn't ready for this kind of fight
Laying in this hospital bed, I started thinking, it didn't need to happen, why didn't I keep drinking