Will Smith Songtext / Lyric

Will Smith Songtext
My mind slips through reality.
Grasping thoughts I cannot read.
Horror strikes me into apathy.
As my will leads to suicide. Wrote a letter to my family.
That these would be my last words.
Looked in the mirror to only see.
I am my own worst enemy.

Dead man syndrome.

Looking down the barrel of the gun.
Cock the pistol in my grip.
Is this the path I should take?

Death?