Mercy killing
Stand there
On the wall
As I put the bullets on
How many do you want?
Do you want to die once or a billion times?
It no Russian roulette but
Sympathy…
Mercy killing
Tell me how hurt you are
I’ll put on the headphone to hear none
Your broken heart goes in pace with this song
Shame you can’t hear it!
And I am there for you
I’m there in a sense that
I want you to recall
All the advises I gave you
And you saw a fool in me
Mercy killing…
Go ahead and call me
Self-centered and evil
When you were the
One who taught me the meaning
Of hurting
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