I wish I could perform a resurrection;
One to revive our love and protection...

You people think I am your fool,
Trying to use me like a tool...

A heart is something that’s easily...
It gets torn apart like it never mattered...

Maybe it’s best if I keep out of shit,
All this pressure; I’m so sick of it...

Sweet sixteen; a lonely girl,
Unaware of what was to unfurl...

1, for the bullet,
2, for the gun...

All your truth was but a lie,
I look at you and my feelings die...