loaded guns and loaded lies.

While everything goes black,
I think, I think...
your words of apthy
are like loaded guns to my head.
Is it nice to know you proved ,
Oh yeah, you proved me right.

So honey,
as you have that gun,
pointed to my head.
I really do hope your aim is
as impectable as you say.

You've got one shot left,
and I'm already bleeding to death.
So where's your aim,
cause my heart's already dead.

Nothing you can do now,
nothing can hurt worse than your lies.

See baby I told you,
you proved me right.

Words of apthy,
loaded guns to my head.
Hold your aim,
and prove me right.