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...
Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a...
Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a...
Like a bullet, like a bullet, like a...
