You won't see me anymore
I've lost faith in what I was living for
Could tell you the moment it happened
But you wouldn't listen
And I hate wasting my breath
I count the scars you left on me
Not all of them I can see
But I know they're there
Because they ache so deeply
I dress to the nines
Like I'm going to a funeral
Gonna have fun with a gun
You'll see what I mean
When the whiskey's gone
All this silence is getting harder to kick
Lets play a game of Russian roulette
Ill load the barrel and take the first hit
There's one empty chamber
And I'm liking my odds
There's no room in my life
With all of this empty space
It's funny how late at night
I can remember your taste
But I won't recall the details
Or the smile on your face
All this silence is getting harder to kick
Lets play a game of Russian roulette
Ill load the barrel and take the first hit
There's one empty chamber
And I'm liking my odds
Pull the trigger (Don't worry about the mess)
Pull the trigger (If there's one left behind)
Pull the trigger (It's only a wedding dress)
Pull the trigger (You can have it dry cleaned)
Pull the trigger (After we make it a crime scene)
You won't see me anymore
I've lost faith in what I was living for
Could tell you the moment it happened
But you wouldn't listen
And I hate wasting my breath
I count the scars you left on me
Not all of them I can see
But I know they're there
Because they ache so deeply
Pull the trigger (Don't worry about the mess)
Pull the trigger (If there's one left behind)
Pull the trigger (It's only a wedding dress)
Pull the trigger (You can have it dry cleaned)
Pull the trigger (After we make it a crime scene)
Lets play a game of Russian roulette
Ill load the barrel and take the first hit
There's one empty chamber
And I'm liking my odds
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC
You won't see me anymore
I've lost faith in what I was living for
Could tell you the moment it happened
But you wouldn't listen
And I hate wasting my breath
I count the scars you left on me
Not all of them I can see
But I know they're there
Because they ache so deeply
I dress to the nines
Like I'm going to a funeral
Gonna have fun with a gun
You'll see what I mean
When the whiskey's gone
All this silence is getting harder to kick
Lets play a game of Russian roulette
Ill load the barrel and take the first hit
There's one empty chamber
And I'm liking my odds
There's no room in my life
With all of this empty space
It's funny how late at night
I can remember your taste
But I won't recall the details
Or the smile on your face
All this silence is getting harder to kick
Lets play a game of Russian roulette
Ill load the barrel and take the first hit
There's one empty chamber
And I'm liking my odds
Pull the trigger (Don't worry about the mess)
Pull the trigger (If there's one left behind)
Pull the trigger (It's only a wedding dress)
Pull the trigger (You can have it dry cleaned)
Pull the trigger (After we make it a crime scene)
You won't see me anymore
I've lost faith in what I was living for
Could tell you the moment it happened
But you wouldn't listen
And I hate wasting my breath
I count the scars you left on me
Not all of them I can see
But I know they're there
Because they ache so deeply
Pull the trigger (Don't worry about the mess)
Pull the trigger (If there's one left behind)
Pull the trigger (It's only a wedding dress)
Pull the trigger (You can have it dry cleaned)
Pull the trigger (After we make it a crime scene)
Lets play a game of Russian roulette
Ill load the barrel and take the first hit
There's one empty chamber
And I'm liking my odds
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