Russian Roulette.

I've got a gun pointed at my heart,
I don't wanna look back,
cos what i see isnn't worth looking at.
This game you're playing is one hell of an art.

I'll be okay, all I'll ask is you to trust me.
Should that be enough to make it until tomorrow.
You pierced my heart like a bow and arrow.
Glancing back; I wished i didn't, as i see you breaking me.

The past isn't worth a second glance.
Are you even worth a second chance?
Your skills in life beat my own.
But my maturity surpasses your throne.

You're standing on a pedistal.
Higher than the heavens.
Your fragile heart's made of glass.
Your game's never gonna last.
I ain't just a peice of ass.

This gun against my chest;
is playing russian roulette.
The past isn't worth looking at.
I'll never look back.

fallon laymon
June 5, 2009