You say he's like a bullet that aims for your future,
Kills the present & fills up your past
& Now you want to heal him, & make him right
But you will try to steal him, then find a way to deal with him
But the tables just will not seem to turn,
So both ends of the candle still burn
You say you just want to hold him, & then let him go
But you are going to try to mould him though
& In a stolen moment, you can find a better way
For you to control him, & make him stay
But the tables just will not seem to turn,
So both ends of the candle still burns
& You say he's like a bullet to your heart
