A terrible awful strategy struck today
As you were walking down the street
I shot you
I didn’t mean to
It was merely a coincidence of events
Before I could see, you were on the floor
And I ran to you as quickly as I could
Not knowing
Not thinking how bad it was
I saw the wound
It was dark and deep
And all I had was this silly bandaid
This bandaid that had a purple frown face
And the words I’m Sorry written on it
But then I looked
And the girl I thought I had shot was nowhere to scene
And it was my body slowly bleeding
The band-aids not working
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