The Game
One bullet, one shot,
five empty cylinders spin;
pull the trigger, just a click,
spin it once again.
Take a drink, think of the past,
all you lost or gained;
pulling the trigger one more time,
the outcome still the same.
Spin once more take one more drink,
the tears begin to flow;
again there's nothing but a click,
it's not quite time to go.
Is this the way you thought it would be,
when you started this crazy game?
Spin once more and hear it click,
once more it's still the same.
You think it's time to end this game,
maybe try another day;
you pull the trigger one more time,
and blow your life away.
David Huffstetler
five empty cylinders spin;
pull the trigger, just a click,
spin it once again.
Take a drink, think of the past,
all you lost or gained;
pulling the trigger one more time,
the outcome still the same.
Spin once more take one more drink,
the tears begin to flow;
again there's nothing but a click,
it's not quite time to go.
Is this the way you thought it would be,
when you started this crazy game?
Spin once more and hear it click,
once more it's still the same.
You think it's time to end this game,
maybe try another day;
you pull the trigger one more time,
and blow your life away.
David Huffstetler
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