Pain Within Me

Those cuts on my wrists
The bruises and scratches on my arm
I wish, I wish you would bring me no harm
The love and passion within me
has know turned into a great envy

You left me unwanted
I felt so alone
You left me to die
In my one place of joy
for I shall not cry
But I will hold my head high

In the way that I die
Make It simple and slow
So when I look at you
You may see the tears in my eyes

You built me a coffin
For which I will lay
For this is my destiny
For which I shall pray
And then you will see
The mistakes you have made

Through the years of lies
Through the years of pain
Through which my heart beats
Though it will soon fade away

With This gun in my hand
Ready and armed
Russian Roulette is only a game
With which I reply
That I might die

Shot one was for the love you stole from me
Shot two was for the bruises and scratches on me
Shot three was for my husband to be
Shot four was me