I have seen my death so many times
I lost count.
I don’t know whether I’m coming or going
Who’s behind the guns? As I take a closer look.
It’s as if I’m looking in the mirror
I’m no longer in the driving seat
I’m the passenger with no seat belt
Should I aim for my heart or blow my brains out
I’m getting nervous
I’m getting anxious
No time for second thoughts
It’s do or die time
I should have pulled the trigger