One Bullet
Reflections of Choices: Life, Love, and Regrets
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In a ring of men, with money changing hands
In a gathering of men involved in transactions involving money
All the gypsy kings, they were gathered from miles around
All the leaders of the gypsy community had assembled from far and wide
I was tapped on the shoulder, stripped to the waist
I was tapped or chosen to participate, being partially undressed
But I was quick, quicker than all of them
Despite being chosen, I acted swiftly, faster than all of them
I watched him fall, then he staggered back
I witnessed his downfall, then he staggered backward
There was blood on my hands, but my face was intact
There was blood on my hands, but my face was unharmed
I picked up all my money and I walked away
I collected my winnings and left the scene
It was like I was chosen, but I did not choose
It felt as if I was chosen or destined for this, though I didn’t actively select it
I was in love, just the one time
I experienced love only once in my life
It was years ago, I still have her photograph
This love was in the past, but I still possess her photo
I look at it sometimes, when I'm on my own
At times of solitude, I glance at her photo
I think of her sometimes, when I'm on my own
Memories of her surface when I'm alone
We fought the once and she went down
We had a fight once, and she got defeated
I'm sorry now, but you can't go back
Although regretful, one cannot reverse time
I was wrong and I have paid
I was mistaken, and I've faced consequences for it
Carry it with me for the rest of my days.
I carry this regret with me for the remainder of my life
Do you keep one bullet left for yourself
Do you reserve a single bullet for your own use?
For when it's all over and done?
For the moment when everything concludes and ends?
My grandmother's house, it's all empty now
The house of my grandmother is now vacant
I live here alone, nobody bothers me
I reside here alone without disturbances
I work on shift down at the bakery
I work shifts at the bakery
And I fix up the house and I try to be happy
I repair the house and strive for contentment
My father's rage is still in me
My father’s anger is still ingrained within me
I bury it down where nobody sees
I conceal it where no one can notice
Everyone knows me here, but they don't speak
People recognize me here, but they don’t engage in conversation
Maybe that's just the way that I like it to be
Perhaps that’s the way I prefer things to be
Do you keep one bullet left for yourself
Do you reserve a single bullet for your own use?
For when it's all over and done?
For the moment when everything concludes and ends?
I've gone to ground - just like the animals
I've hidden away just like animals
In the fading light where all men go
In the diminishing daylight where all men eventually go
Gone to ground - just like the animals
I've secluded myself just like animals
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