All of you,
You shaped me into what I am,
You carried out the bitter man,
Do you have a master plan?
Oh no.

Somewhere, I,
Let all my defenses down,
Never thought to turn around,
And you did not make a sound.

See it turning red,
Like a bullet through the chest,
Lay me down to rest,
It's a lover's final breath.

And I found out,
Nothing comes without a cost,
Life was just a game we lost,
Do you have a better thought?

Now, you're gone, and
Nothing's ever felt so wrong
A moment seems to last so long,
Do you have a fear so strong?

See it turning red,
Like a bullet through the chest,
Lay me down to rest,
It's a lover's final breath.

Now I die,
Kiss your tender lips goodbye,
Pray to God, he hears my cry

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Writer(s): NICHOLAS JONAS, PJ BIANCO