I have a confession that needs to be done
Loaded five bullets in my revolver gun
So I set up a plan and think it through
I don’t plan to die by a single G.S.W.
I’m trying to show you all of my feats.
I spun the gun’s cylinder and took a seat
Then we go to where my confession lurks
Five bullets, six chambers… that’s how it works
I held your hands and everything got serious
I raised the gun to my temple, and I grew delirious
I looked into your eyes and I start to stutter
I shivered as my thumb pulls back the hammer
You smirked at me and said, “You okay, stranger? ”
And I found my finger glued to the cold trigger
Then I told you that I’m madly in love with you…
I closed my eyes and started counting five…
Four…
Three…
Two be continued...
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