I had the world hanging by a string Back when life didn’t give me anyone Love hit me like a bullet coming from your gun I shot back when I should have run Oh, oh, I shot back when I should have run And I’ve been busted up a hundred times since then And I’ve got good at moving on, time and time again But I’ll never forget the one that hurt the worst You held the gun That fired first That fired first I can’t help but wonder, do you think of me? You seem to pull that trigger so easily I never stood a chance when it came to you Your hand was steady and your aim was true Oh, oh, your hand was steady and your aim was true And I’ve been busted up a hundred times since then And I’ve got good at moving on, time and time again But I’ll never forget the one that hurt the worst You held the gun That fired first That fired first And I shot back when I should have run And I shot back when I should have run And I’ve been busted up a hundred times since then And I’ve got good at moving on, time and time again But I’ll never forget the one that hurt the worst You held the gun, you held the gun That fired first That fired first You fired first