Maybe it's not meant to be.
I shot my shot and fired.
I played myself to believe.
That I'm OK care free.
But ohh, the assassin life hired.
He put a gun to my head.
I told him to fire.
Cuz I'm so done to beg.
My wet eyes are tired.
So down to be held
So leave my neck wired
"I'm sorry"
But life hasn't been something I ever desired.