Im at your gun
There’s a sharp knife in my Heart
Running in and out of black corridors
It hurt when you punched me
Hiding at your gun
I see this kind of Rain
down and low and sick
Im in over my head
And on top of that
I don’t know if I feel
Im at your gun
There’s a sharp knife in my Heart
Running in and out of black corridors
It hurt when you punched me
Hiding at your gun
I see this kind of Rain
down and low and sick
Im in over my head
And on top of that
I don’t know if I feel