better off dead

lying here on this bedroom floor
there is a corpse of someone
someone I recognize from before
dear dead body, I feel sorry for you
you’re locked into your little world
of nothing but sorrow, pain and regret
im still wondering where I met you
im walking around this bedroom
looking for a clue from you
I walk pass the mirror and I
suddenly I know where I met you
lying here on my bedroom floor
im locked into my own little world
there’s a star pattern on my head
and gun powder on my hand
I couldn’t stand it anymore
I knew I was better off dead