Sometimes, I think that I'd be better off

If I just keep my f**g mouth shut

Did I say too much?

And sometimes, I just think you set me up

It's a fist-fight, but you've got a gun

I f**n' knew I shouldn't trust you in the first place

Hey, hey, you're so hard-headed

Loving you is social suicide, you're a bad habit

Hey, hey, I ain't mad at it

I don't even blame you for the blood, this is so tragic

Heavy hangs the head that's got a bullet in it

One day, I'll forget, and everything that you said

I wish that this would end, let's put a bullet in it