The taste of cold metal on your tongue.
The last thing that you'll taste...
Will be the taste of your own death.
The futility of what you wanted...
The stuff you were supposed to want.
The whole game of forever playing catchup...
The game in which you were the fat one always to be picked last.
I shot me down...
I hit the ground.
That awful sound...
My arrogance got me shot down.
The last four lines are based on copied from Nancy Sinatra's song in Kill Bill...
