I look at my face in the mirror
The image is starting to crack
Nothing seems to be getting clearer
No one seems to be looking back
I close my eyes in terror
And open them to see
That there is nothing left of me
I'm losing myself
And I don't know what for
I'm floating away
From what's kept me on the floor
I'm starting to fade
From the portrait of what my life looked like before
Tell me what will become of me
I stumble into the bedroom
To witness a scene bathed in red
My body lie there on the mattress
A fresh bullet hole in my head
How can this have happened
Why am I still here
When will the answers appear
Who would have done this
I don't understand
How someone could murder
Such a simple man
Can somebody tell me
Why is there a gun in my hand
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