I know, it's wearing me down...

Sunshine and rain clouds of doubt...

Blind love was the dream, too far to claim...

Once lived in me without a name...

I know, it's wearing me down...

It shows now she's got me where she wants me to be...



That's why I need her, she puts my back against the wall...

And when you see her, you can't say the devil never gave his all...

Putting the bullet in the hands of god...

Putting the bullet...



It shows by each brick in the wall...

Surrounds her, like a cloak in the dark...

And drowns out the screams that rip and tear in my head...

It shows now she's got me where she wants me to be...



And when I see her, she makes me feel like no one else...

That's why I need her, to remind me how much I hate myself...

How much I hate myself...



In my head there's a place away and far from you...

Delusions deal no damage here, it's the soft spoken words that fill my ear...

You run away and drag me down again...

Now there's nothing left...



Putting the bullet in the hands of god....