Playing with death.

The end of nothin'
or the beginnin' of the end
The truth hurts
But lies are hard to understand
Everythin' would be okay
If the time could turn back
Now
There's nothin' to do, nothin to say
Between us
There's someone who has betrayed
You should have known
That you'll bear the concequence of this decision
for all your life
His gun, her scars, your knife
It could finish on the other way
Now you're lost
He's got the last word to say
You're the fuckin' cog in this game
And he will play until your last breath
Blood's everywhere
on her face, in your veins
You've got to finish round, before it congeals.
The smell of hate, betreyal and pain
is floating in the air
It irritates your nostrils, pervades your clothes
It's like a dirt, deep under her skin
chokes like a cigarette smoke, remains within like nicotine
You won't understand this,
If you won't find it out the hard way
Then you'll feel this smoke and breathe on your back
This pale eyes of death looking at you everyday
This game will crash you down
You will never roll the dice again.

Nie kurfa, nie jestem emo.
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