The guy of my nightmares(Part 1)

Grab your keys
Just walk out the door
Acting like you didn't see
But I do see the blood on the floor

How could I be with you
When you hurt me like this
Go hang with your crew
There will be no final kiss

I won't cry for you this time
I'm done caring
Think of the things we won't climb
And the times we won't be sharing

You are walking down the streets
As I'm calling to cops
You're coming for me
Then I here 2 pops

They were more like shots
Fired from a gun
Thinking "I messed up lots"
There will be no more fun

He is going to kill me
I can here the glock
I drop to one knee
When I here a knock