I would've bet my life on being right when I was wrong
No doubts, all figured out
The highest hill worth dying on
Time opened up every cut
The light readjusted my eyes and my bones were re-broken
Never thought I'd say this
I fucking hate it
Shame on me all along
Trust comes tough and nothing's ever enough
At the end of the gun
Exhausted, against the odds, and playing God
Looks like I lost it all, and my guard had fallen
I wish I'd played for keeps
But it felt safe to make believe
And all excuses have escaped me
Never thought I'd say this
I fucking hate it
Shame on me all along
Trust comes tough and nothing's ever enough
At the end of the gun
At the end of the gun
