Russian Roulette

Our love is like a car wreck,
You just cant look away
As I’m fighting back the tears trying to find the words to say.
Your words glide off your lips like rivulets
The same words that rip through me
Leave me for dead.
I feel as if we’re playing Russian Roulette
Waiting for the gun to go off;
It’ll hurt, but anything is better than this pain
The pain of watching you walk away,
Give up on me.
The rounds of the gun slowly tick by
I can’t wait for the sweet sound of a golden bullet
Rip through your skull
You’ll get what you deserve
You’re headed straight for Hell.





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