Five Pulls Until the End
I dont like life anymore,
cause im always sore.
Im gonna commit suicide,
and your just along for the ride.
Were playing russian roulette,
i take the gun and stick it to my head,
i snap the trigger three times,
and i still hear wind chimes.
Im not dead yet,
but theres still another round of roulette.
I get the gun again,
maybe this will be the end.
I pull the trigger twice this time,
i no longer hear wind chimes....
Copyright © Matthew Robichaud | Year Posted 2005
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