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This is something I’ve been holding

I’ve kept it in to stop your hurting

I don’t know if I can take any more

Cause this feeling’s got me nervous

And I don’t think that you deserve this



This chilling ache

This piercing pain

Another bullet has escaped

This room is an asylum

This life is just a sentence

I’d give it all up to clear this suspicion

But what I want has all been stripped away



I don’t think that you can hear me

And this may be the last time I ever yell

And I’ve forced this smile ‘til both corners fell

Cause this bleeding’s made me numb

My body’s target’s your smoking gun



This chilling ache

This piercing pain

Another bullet has escaped

This room is an asylum

This life is just a sentence

I’d give it all up to clear this suspicion

But what I want has all been stripped away



Broken, bloody, bent, and bruised

With Russian Roulette, you play to lose

I guess, I just don’t see the point in that



This chilling ache ( has made you weak )

This piercing pain ( will surely pass )

Another bullet you escaped

This room is your safety

This life is more than just your making

I’d give it all up to just stop your shaking

But what I want has all been stripped away



This time your gonna have to make your own decision

To pull the trigger or finally start living

Cause it’s time you take me or let me leave

Cause this game of Loving Roulette is getting old