Russian Roulette

I wonder if you know that I love you

With all of my broken, twisted love,

With all of the love you threw back at me, 

And all the indifference you used to drown me.


I fight the love you give me;

I don't like to accept what can be taken away.

I'm afraid to play another round

Of this sick game of Russian Roulette.


I'm addicted to the thrills you give me, 

With the shaft of your gun between my lips,

I'm absolutely terrified

That I want to make love to the bullet. 

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