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I wash the blood off my arm,

I did not mean to cause such harm,

I did just what I could,

I could not hold the blood,

There in a puddle where she lay,

All I wanted is to play,

By myself in this room,

the cops will be here soon,

Should I tell them what I did,

Should I tell them that I give,

I hear a knock on the door,

I lay face down on the floor,

Never try to make a bet,

Especially in Russian Roulette,

Cause it's murder don't you see,

Now this shit is all on me,

She said it was just a game,

Now my heads hung down in shame,

One shot is all it took,

In her eyes I couldn't look,

I called a friend to help me,

But instead she left em,

I started cleaning up her blood,

My life is just misunderstood,

I walk outside the cops were there,

And all I could do is stare,

Turn around to start to run,

But I was in the sights of their guns,

They were pointed to my head,

Soon I knew I'd be dead,

Fell on my knees and started to pray,

Cause I knew I'd die today,

I put my hand on my side,

For the pain I could not hide,

I yelled, I yelled, please someone help,

But this was the card I dealt,

Blood ran red, my eyes with tears,

I'm still in my early years,

Few short breathes near deaths fate,

Tried to save me, but now it's too late,

Never try to make a bet,

Especially in Russian Roulette,

Cause it's murder, don't you see,

Now this shit is all on me,

She said it was just a game,

Now my heads hung down in shame