Strike Three
I Never Heard The Bullet
Here is where you have crossed the line
Even if it kills me
One day you will see
Like the boy who cried wolf
Lies rolled off the tip of his tongue
Till he couldn't speak anymore
As for me this is how it goes this is how it goes
Baby see your shady ways
Has caused this to crumble down
All trust is gone without a trace
Strike 3 you'll sit this out
Right back to the arms you thought thatd make you feel like gold?
You'll never find them theyve been sold
You're screaming in a soundproof room
Best wishes to you
You call this living on the edge?
Try approaching me face to face
How can I expect to believe that all your words mean a damn thing
When all I hear are easy lies followed by rehearsed cries
One day you'll see trust dont come free
(So well say it till you prove that you are understanding me)