Here I sit alone in the darkness of my den
I stare down at my desk, and the lone revolver on it
Russian Rolette A game I play alone
I sit here each day after school wondering, why don't I die
Each day the same as the last
I pick up the gun to play again, hoping to end this dream
I spin it once, and aim for my head
Click another blank
Today once again I try my luck
Reflecting on the miseries of the day
I aim once more and silence myself with one last deafening thought
It is only as my spirit left I finally understood
Although the one I long to hold denied me every right
It's not true love unless I stay to keep her warm a night