I killed someone for the world

I'm sorry I did something 

now the blood is on my hands 

I stare at the mirror trying to find who I am 

I'm packing up my clothing 

I did something for them 

I don't know what they'll say but I'll ask if they call 

Would I be less weird? 

If I killed someone for the world 

I know their coming 

No one knows  me, I need a place to hid 

Would I be less weird? 

If I killed someone for the world 

The one I killed was me, I changed who I was for the whole world 

There is no going back know