Where were you then?
Where was your zen?
When you picked up the pen,
Did you just pretend?
Take a look at you now
Buried six feet beneath my two feet under the ground
I know you’re wondering who did this to you,
Did you try something new?
Why didn’t you wear another color other than red and blue?
I know it came fast,
You couldn’t have any fun
It was a quick attack
It felt like a stab from the son of a gun
Who’s to blame for your misery?
I think it’s easy to see
Don’t look at him
Don’t look at me
Take a look at the clear reflection
You will see why there’s no time for a resurrection
You took a fall from the top shelf,
You were the one who killed yourself.