Billy The Kid
Let's have a gun fight Billy The Kid style.
I'm not going down without you.
We've been having this showdown for a while;
draw your weapon, I dare you to shoot.
Be the one to make the first move,
I'm anything but scared to die.
Make your mark; a scar; a wound.
I threw my bait now take the bite.
God dammit, why won't you try?
Are you really so scared of me?
Terrified I'll make you cry?
Terrified I'll make you bleed.
Two stone masks shouldn't face off.
Neither of us are afraid to wait.
Concrete exteriors with insides soft;
parts concealed by spite and hate.
You think you'll win this;
you think you're more hard-headed,
but I hold a secret in my fist:
Your heart with my nails deep embedded.
Us cold hearted bitches have a few tricks up our sleeves;
You broken hearted boys can't always have your way.
If we didn't have the power you would leave.
With your heart in my hand I know that you'll stay.
You draw your own weapon
and I find mines no match.
My heart ran to your hand's to repent
and I want it back.
I put the squeeze on your heart
you return the favor with a smirk.
Both of our masks start to fall apart
and now I'm sure this will never work.
Negotiations for a hostage trade are made
I think the feeling's mutual.
Our masks still continue to fade,
but that's the only part that's unusual.
Our coveted thick skin that holds us together,
I suppose will be our undoing.
Though I find myself questioning whether
that is at all a new thing.
Right is what I know I've done;
I couldn't leave my heart in your hands.
But was the choice made the rightest one?
In my own will it end up more damaged?
Your eyes make me scream self-doubt in my head.
I suppose this priceless artifact is worthless without you.
Not meant to be alone; it's a pair; a set;
but this I suppose you already knew.
We never played well with other kids;
I should have known this would be no exception.
No matter what we said or did,
we were the sources of our own regression.
Our personality is a disease at best;
a breed justly deemed unfit to share.
Unable to lay our guard to rest,
half of us was never there.
That would have been fine had we not wanted more;
had we not each tore some walls down;
had we not each exposed our human cores;
had we not exchanged hearts, to be bound.
Well, that was only the first mistake endured,
the next was letting someone feel pain.
As opposed to continuing the torture
we simply allowed the walls to be remade.
A barrier around each others hearts;
we never quite got our own back.
The indecision was tearing us both apart
because we could both feel what we lacked.
Our determination is unwavering,
though we both know we can't win.
So we'll both just sit here savoring
something too precious to not be a sin.
I know that my knees will buckle soon
but not before you give in to me.
I'm not the type of girl to swoon,
and you're not the type of boy to bleed.
Well we're the type who doesn't break;
the type who can weather the storm.
I suppose we'll both ignore that deep, dull ache;
because despite our love, we can't break form...
I'm not going down without you.
We've been having this showdown for a while;
draw your weapon, I dare you to shoot.
Be the one to make the first move,
I'm anything but scared to die.
Make your mark; a scar; a wound.
I threw my bait now take the bite.
God dammit, why won't you try?
Are you really so scared of me?
Terrified I'll make you cry?
Terrified I'll make you bleed.
Two stone masks shouldn't face off.
Neither of us are afraid to wait.
Concrete exteriors with insides soft;
parts concealed by spite and hate.
You think you'll win this;
you think you're more hard-headed,
but I hold a secret in my fist:
Your heart with my nails deep embedded.
Us cold hearted bitches have a few tricks up our sleeves;
You broken hearted boys can't always have your way.
If we didn't have the power you would leave.
With your heart in my hand I know that you'll stay.
You draw your own weapon
and I find mines no match.
My heart ran to your hand's to repent
and I want it back.
I put the squeeze on your heart
you return the favor with a smirk.
Both of our masks start to fall apart
and now I'm sure this will never work.
Negotiations for a hostage trade are made
I think the feeling's mutual.
Our masks still continue to fade,
but that's the only part that's unusual.
Our coveted thick skin that holds us together,
I suppose will be our undoing.
Though I find myself questioning whether
that is at all a new thing.
Right is what I know I've done;
I couldn't leave my heart in your hands.
But was the choice made the rightest one?
In my own will it end up more damaged?
Your eyes make me scream self-doubt in my head.
I suppose this priceless artifact is worthless without you.
Not meant to be alone; it's a pair; a set;
but this I suppose you already knew.
We never played well with other kids;
I should have known this would be no exception.
No matter what we said or did,
we were the sources of our own regression.
Our personality is a disease at best;
a breed justly deemed unfit to share.
Unable to lay our guard to rest,
half of us was never there.
That would have been fine had we not wanted more;
had we not each tore some walls down;
had we not each exposed our human cores;
had we not exchanged hearts, to be bound.
Well, that was only the first mistake endured,
the next was letting someone feel pain.
As opposed to continuing the torture
we simply allowed the walls to be remade.
A barrier around each others hearts;
we never quite got our own back.
The indecision was tearing us both apart
because we could both feel what we lacked.
Our determination is unwavering,
though we both know we can't win.
So we'll both just sit here savoring
something too precious to not be a sin.
I know that my knees will buckle soon
but not before you give in to me.
I'm not the type of girl to swoon,
and you're not the type of boy to bleed.
Well we're the type who doesn't break;
the type who can weather the storm.
I suppose we'll both ignore that deep, dull ache;
because despite our love, we can't break form...