Every time my heart it breaks My friends say 'learn from your mistakes' But I keep falling, falling down
And fortunes make me such a fool Her beauty is a deceptive tool But she keeps on shooting me, shooting me down
She struck me in the chest now Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a... But I don't want to go down Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a...
Tired eyes and a broken soul I tell her I'm at her beckoned call But she don't want me, want me around But all alone I wait for you 'Cause moving on's so hard to do I really hope that you come around
She struck me in the chest now Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a... But I don't want to go down Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a- ahh
She struck me in the chest now Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a... But I don't want to go down Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a...
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-...)
So her hands on the trigger and I figure if she pull it then a bullet will go right into my chest And I know it is a metaphor but honestly, I'd probably prefer if it was a bullet best And I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really wish I wasn't so stressed But my hearts in her hands and I feel like she hates me half the time at best
She struck me in the chest now Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a... But I don't want to go down Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a- ahh
She struck me in the chest now Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a... But I don't want to go down Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a...
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