Shot

I feel like there's a bullet
Lodged deep within my heart
Yes, I'm sure it's there
It will leave a permanent scar

It wont come out or even move
I'm pretty sure I'm dying
I know that I wont survive
What's the point in even trying

I didn't think it would hurt this much
Since my heart is already broken
By everything that happened to us
Even the things that went unspoken

I guess the bullet isn't so bad
After all there's only one
I think what is really killing me
Is that you're holding the gun