If I can’t have you,
Then I’ll make myself unforgettable to you
The silver blade of my knife sliding against your throat
So slick, so effortless, so easy
The last thing you’ll see is me
My gun to your head
Ruined for anyone else
Such a pretty girl, dripping for you
Delivering the fatal wound
No one else has to know
But you know
The smell, the taste
Everything you’re missing
As your blood flows
And I’m dying to harvest
Knowing you’ll never forget me
Wanna play Russian roulette
one last time
I’ll believe you want me
And you believe I won’t be the death of you
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