[00:06.913]The bullet hole looks so right in your head,[00:13.038]like it'd been missing all along.[00:37.588]The blood streaked across your face[00:44.843]like some twisted lover's deformed lipstick trace.[01:03.284]Staring at your reflection[01:08.025]wondering how you're still alive.[01:11.934]Wondering if she's somewhere laughing,[01:16.954]deciding whether to let you die.