Russian Roulette

She lives like Russian Roulette. <br>Barrel up to the head. <br>Where every sweet young move is <br>Belonging to a sickness. <br>Now enter special things <br>To detour all the pain, <br>Like a brand-new, solid mess. <br>But nothing seems to last...<br>It strikes when you`ve thought you won. <br>It`s self-destruction. <br>It strikes when you`ve thought you`ve won,<br>And the delicate balance <br>Won`t survive the turbulence. <br>Now, enter the escape <br>From every thing you`ve made, <br>Cause something wrong inside <br>Won`t let you live your life. <br>It strikes when you`ve thought you won. <br>It`s self-destruction. <br>It strikes when you`ve thought you won, <br>And down you will go, <br>With a tail of flames stretched out behind you. <br>The cold wind will blind you, <br>And in all the you can`t see—<br>The simplicity is beautiful.