Love is an assisted suicide charge,
Dressed up as a game of Russian roulette
Because even if you both play the game right,
One of you will always want the bullet
It's all fun and games 'til someone falls in love,
That is, unless you're anything like me
(Which, for your sake, I hope isn't the case).
Then it's a signed and sealed death wish,
Except no one wants to shoot you.
I didn't dodge a bullet, since none were fired,
Instead we managed five blanks altogether,
So when the sixth time came around
I put my head to the barrel of the gun,
And I begged her to shoot me but she wouldn't.