I dont remember getting the gun
or loading it with the bullet...

I miss you with
a rising sun...

You look at me up and down
wondering why there isn't a smile...

As the blood falls down slow
it stains the cold, white, winter snow...

Dont talk about what we had
itll only make me cry...

We are standing too close
i can feel your breath on my face...

How would you know?
why would you care...

Shes been hurt so much
her heart feels no pain...

I forgot what its like to cry
and having someone care...

Scared, alone broken, confused
hurt, beaten, lost, used...

Everything i thought i knew
is wrong...

Im a little vixen
i play games with guys hearts...