The Tragic Tale

I had a dream, it seemed so real you shot me in my heart, i got back up

but i realized now, that it's trueyou shot me so deep, the bullet remains

I'm still living with it there, bleeding I'm bleeding inside, still, day after day

living with the bullet that you shot in mebarely standing, barely living, bleeding

but that wound is not the only one I have more left, each with a different gun

different people shoot me, and yet I standbearing all the bullets that are put in me

but the worst part isn't them there, bleedingthe worst part is, I'm bleeding alone.