Loaded into the chamber
My world in the shape of a bullet
My soul waiting to fly
My mind made up
My brothers gone
My world fell apart
I can only feel the pain
I can only wish for death
I can only hope for relief
I drink but there’s no help
At the bottom of the bottle of Jack
I sit there chambered
Waiting, hoping
Until I hear your call
That never comes
Because you made the ultimate sacrifice
So here I sit
Alone, chambered
Still waiting for my turn
That never comes
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