Hung on a Hook

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