1 shot 2 da head

As i sit here
by myself, alone
i feel nothing but fear
deep below

Upon my face
the breeze falls
I think at a steady pace
conscious of their call

It feeds off my guilt
hurt and pain
So i hide beneath the quilt
in which my mother made

hatred becomes the key
to living this death
it takes over me
they've taken my soul, theft

Sanity says run
insanity says stay
what should i do with the gun
should i make them pay

The blood flows free
with one shot to the head
There was no you and me
cause I'm the one who ended up dead.....