You say he's like a bullet that aims for your future,
Kills the present & fills up your past
& now you want to heal him, & make him right
But you will try to steal him, then find a way to deal with him

But the tables just will not seem to turn,
So both ends of the candle still burn

You say you just want to hold him, & then let him go
But you are going to try to mould him though
& in a stolen moment, you can find a better way
For you to control him, & make him stay

But the tables just will not seem to turn,
So both ends of the candle still burns
& you say he's like a bullet to your heart