I'm looking down at a lifeless body.
There's a bullet hole in his head, a pistol by his side.
He was everything he couldn't be.
What was his last thought before he died?
Was it family, or was it all about him?
Just a selfish coward with no hope in the end?
What led to an ending so grim?
A smile he could no longer pretend?
Die young,
And leave a bloody soul.
Die old,
And leave a bloody corpse.
Die young,
And leave a lot of regrets.
Die old,
And leave nothing behind.
Teardrops left evidence of pain.
Flashbacks must have been hell.
Cries for help, all in vain;
left a shattered corpse where he fell.
Die young,
And leave a bloody soul
Die old,
And leave a bloody corpse.
Die young,
And leave a lot of regrets.
Die old,
And leave nothing behind
This lifeless corpse is a familiar sight.
As I remember the mistakes I've made,
I look up, but I see no light.
Is this when I should be afraid?
My tears have all dried inside
as I realize whose life I gave.
Is that me? Have I died?
Why can't I see beyond this grave?
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