vistas 4

Bullet

Tantric


If you take a bullet to your head the misery
You're hiding will start to spread
I said if you take the high road
Instead you may walk alone
But there's no gun in your hand

It's starting to show well that's a lack of personality
You're losing control
My heart is gold it's got the best of me
How could you know in the end
I'm my own worst enemy only time

Will tell you know what to do
I don't really want to have to choose
I'm hanging on to the both of you
You're facing the truth well
Believe in yourself the bottles empty because
I have to use and only time will tell

If you take a bullet to your head the misery
You're hiding will start to spread
I said if you take the high road
Instead you may walk alone
But there's no gun in your hand

I'm looking at myself in others eyes
There's somethings that cant be comprised
And I realize that somethings
Cannot be comprised

If you take a bullet to your head the misery
You're hiding will start to spread
I said if you take the high road
Instead you may walk alone
But there's no gun in your hand

I've become lonesome now
I'm a lonesome child now
I'm become a alone child

If you take a bullet to your head the misery
You're hiding will start to spread
I said if you take the high road
Instead you may walk alone but
There's no gun in your hand

If you take a bullet to your head the misery
You're hiding will start to spread
I said if you take the high road
Instead you may walk alone but
There's no gun in your hand