Shot in the chest
But not yet dead
Be lucky, for no bullet
Pierced through your 13-year-old head
Four years you will rest
Woken up to a place
Where you know not any people
You don't see your own face
Questioning life
You could almost swear
You think you'll soon wake up
From a long-lasting nightmare
But it all comes at once
Tornados of bad news
You're 17, your moms dead
Your hearts cold, you accuse
As everyone asks
Of what happened that dawn
You remember it all
except one detail was gone
Why was it not there?
There's no face you can see
The killer is lurking
Yet he escapes your memory
