A Bullet Sounds The Same In Every Language

AS I lay in bed, I think of you,
and all the things, we used to do.
I wonder how this happened and,
why I ever bothered with you.

And I realize,
that I don't need you and,
all the chaos,
caused by things that you do.
And I'm so, so sorry, that I ever met you.
Now I'm moving on.

As I walked home from the park that day,
I now know just what to say,
no matter what the language is,
a bullet still sounds the same.

And I realize,
that I don't need you and,
all the chaos,
caused by things that you do.
And I'm so, so sorry, that I ever met you.
Now I'm moving on.

As I awoke that night,
I cried for hours and,
I'm so, so sorry,
that I ever doubted you.

And I realize,
that I still need you and,
all the good times,
that we will still have,
and I'm not ready to move on.