I swore to myself
to never again
take the barrel of his gun
to the side of my head.
I've played this game,
this Russian Roulette.
Just cock the gun,
Pull the trigger, you're set.
Once, Twice,
Thats no surprise.
Theres still breath in my lungs,
still sight in my eyes,
I'm still on my feet.
Shall I pull it thrice
and risk losing my life
and feel my skin become Ice?
My gun still at hand,
These choices, I ponder,
Through wich unending road
will this woman wander?
Only the bullet in my gun
will determine my fate.
With shaking hands,
I cock, I aim, I wait...
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