How do you run from all the hate,
All the hate that they create,
Another way to hide your eyes,
A million falling butterflies,
You wish that you could save them all,
But all you've ever done is stall,
Watch them fall as their wings get clipped,
While they watch your heart get ripped,
Sitting all alone now in his mansion,
Under the weight of dying passion,
Our hero has a new ideal,
A way to end this whole ordeal,
He's fought for too long to remember,
His mind in ashes burned in ember,
A broken soul of pain and sorrow,
Too sick of life to see tomorrow,
Suddenly his eyes flicker,
Enough of life, it's time to trick her,
As slowly as it all began,
He's holding his life in his hand,
A revolver and a bullet,
A beautiful game of russian roulette,
Calmly starts to pull the trigger,
Did he save life or did he kill her?
