Damn my luck! I’ve been dealt a life of misery and counting coins. No matter how hard I try, I never reach the summit where I should be resting. So much effort! So much suffering! So much servitude!
Damn my luck! I’ve been made to endure cruel, bitter, disturbed, selfish, rage-filled characters. No matter how hard I try, they always find a way to provoke me and force me to pull the trigger. My finger is always on the trigger. I don’t want to shoot, but I can’t stop.
Far from home, with my finger on the trigger. Damn my luck and damn their world! Why did I have to leave? Why can’t I return? Two faces. Distortions. Which version of me chose such a crushing fate?
I insist on defending myself against cruel, bitter, disturbed, selfish, rage-filled characters, but which version of me chose to lose its way in time? Who put the gun to their own temple? Who keeps shooting themselves with every decision? Who keeps straying further from home and expects to find Love?
What a comical way of thinking! What an original joke! Where could my luck be? Perhaps it isn’t down the barrel of a gun! Who knows? Perhaps it isn’t in that dark place…