"Bullet"
You're coming home to an
Empty space inside of you
There's no other place
You're wondering hard
What you're here for
But every night
You still walk out that door
You're just a screwed up kid
Who doesn't know who he is
Fights the words in his head
Screams he's better off dead
Met a punk with a dis
Wants a fight and now you're pissed
It's already too late
Sawed off your hat e
What did you sell your soul for
Was it a gun and a bullet
And a chance at revenge
You got props from your boys on the block
A cross to bear that never ends
What did you sink so low for
Was it the time and the space
And the spit in your face
Props from the cops and the court
A sin you can't erase
He caught you looking his way
Hands in the air
What the hell'd ya say
I know something sad but true
That motherfucker was as scared as you
You're just a screwed up kid
Who doesn't know who he is
Fights the words in his head
Screams he's better off dead
Met a punk like you
What the fuck you gonna do
Point the piece at his eyes
You never realized
Sell it with a pistol in the sack
They push you so hard
Gonna push right back
Sell it and don't put up a fight
Your life has just started
But it all ends tonight
Writer(s): Daniel Grady
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