Bullet Lyrics

you're coming home to an empty s***e inside of you,
there's no other place.
you're wondering hard what you're here for,
but every night you still walk out that door.
you're just a screwed up kid,
who doesn't know who he is
fights the words in his head,
screams he's better off dead.
met a punk with a dis
wants a fight and now you're p*****
it's already too late
sawed off your hate

what did you sell your soul for?
was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
you got props from your boys on the block,
a cross to bear that never ends
what did you sink so low for?
was it the time and the s***e and the spit in your face?
props from the cops and the court
a sin you can't erase
he caught you looking his way
hands in the air - what the hell'd ya say?
i know something sad but true
that m*********** was as scared as you.
you're just a screwed up kid,
who doesn't know who he is
fights the words in his head,
screams he's better off dead.
met a punk like you
what the f*** you gonna do?
point the piece at his eyes
you never realized

sell it with a pistol in the sack.
they push you so hard, gonna push right back.
sell it and don't put up a fight
your life has just started but it all ends tonight