A demise wrapped in copper jacket
It wasn't the shooter's fault! He was misunderstood!
He wasn't thinking properly! Death where life once stood!
The problems made the finger pull the trigger
The dark felt inviting since the light bulb was dim

Maybe it's the only way for him to set things right
Even if one foot dangles by the hole six feet deep
How easy it is be lost and lose the ability to keep
The hope that makes us able to run and leap
How easy it is to take what we didn't give and nurture
And **** ourselves as we lose our soul and our future