One bullet in this loaded gun
Take your turn before I run
I take the gun to my head
Pull the trigger
Am I dead?
Take a breath
And its my turn again
Why is he so calm
Does he have a sweaty palm
Has he done this before
Always leaving just to face more
He yells at me
To hurry up already
The end of this is going to haunt me
Will I be the one to walk free?
He takes his turn 1, 2, 3
This time there is no click
Just the sight of blood and brains spilt
