Lyrics: Anay Patel
Music: Anay Patel
Took too much
I don't doubt that I'll feel crushed
Hearing about how you're stuck
It took guts
For you to shout that you were done
Always known that you're a gun
But dirt's building up
When did the blanks turn to bullets
Stopped caring what you put me through and
Threw my hands up
But I can't feel the rush
And still now
Shedding tears it's funny how
They appear a few years late
Just one round
Left me here under the ground
I still fear this wasn't fate
My aching chest still stays
When did the blanks turn to bullets
Stopped caring what you put me through and
Threw my hands up
But I can't feel the rush
You thought your hands became so cruel but
I nevΠ΅r thought that you would do it
Threw my hands up
Your trigger finger's stuck