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So sick and tired of all that surrounds

So infected by hatred of all that is around

Stuck in this cage, by its shackles I am bound

Lost as a stranger in my abode, waiting to be found



Another scar hidden under guilt and shame

Truth is I am a nobody, I wonder who is to blame

Aren't you glad to be the one claiming the fame

As we head into round two of your foolish and inept game



Here is the question that is in the air

But which answer is the most fair

Say yes and you'll pull the trigger

Say no, then you will save her



A moment of complete silence surrounds

No lights, colours our sounds

A moment later you hear a faint, 'yes'

But who really would have ever guessed



And the trigger was pulled.



Nobody understood as darkness fell across the town

No moon filled the sky that night

No stars hanging high

Only fear keeping lovers holding each other tight



Sorry was the only words people could say

No one could look each other in the eyes, they walked the other way

and unfortunately everybody seemed to be so lost



All because of that stupid game

The trigger had been pulled and a life was taken

On that fearful night the town was shaken

Now everyones dreams were forsaken