Hung on a hook I'm a mirror
 
 Cracked down the center I split you
 
 Counting the clouds in a storm behind your eyes
 
 
 Show you the face of a man who
 
 Not that he wants but he has to
 
 Look at the thing he's become, what I see
 
 
 I'm caught in a still life with no frame
 
 Sometimes people do, the world it don't change
 
 
 Give up awaiting someday
 
 Future between a gun and your head
 
 
 Pieces of me on a tile floor
 
 Look up at you as you change more
 
 Floating in fear I appear a hundred times
 
 
 Hold a reflection inside me
 
 I cannot feel you are empty
 
 Throw me away
 
 I am broken not your time
 
 
 I'm caught in a still life with no frame
 
 Sometimes people do, the world it don't change
 
 
 Give up awaiting someday
 
 Future between a gun and your head
 
 
 Not gonna save you
 
 Perform euthanasia