Bullet

You hit me hard, Right through my soul, Just for you to smile, It ripped me through. Every word you said, Became the jerk of your hand When you pulled the trigger Of that gun you have. But you haven't seen a target yet, You are always missing my core. Your bullets cannot stop my song, They're too weak for me, For I'm too another bullet, And I can rip you off in one blow. There are those holes, Where your bullets went through. And that stinging pain sings, Now I see it heal in me. But you haven't seen a target yet, You are always missing my core. Your bullets cannot stop my song, They're too weak for me. For I'm too another bullet, And I can rip you off in one blow.