Whats a Matter Sweetie?

Whats a matter sweetie
you look a little dead
your eyes have gotten so much colder
since the bullets met your head

i see the sorrow you cant hide
how your bloods a little blue
the scars seem deeper
though none of them are new

and when you talk i hear
i hear the words you aren't saying
flashes and images of you
on your knees, praying

trying to reassure yourself
trying to comprehend
all the pain you feel
all the wounds that didn't mend

severed ties of all thats good
and the memories you cant erase
left you crippled and abused
staring at the walls for days

the shadows seem to tear apart
and the hands have all let go
theres the gun staring straight at you
it just seems to know

the way your heart goes in your throat
and your begging he will see
just how much you die when he asks
whats a matter sweetie