You say he's like a bullet that aims for your future, Kills the present & fills up your past & Now you want to heal him, & make him right But you will try to steal him, then find a way to deal with him But the tables just will not seem to turn, So both ends of the candle still burn You say you just want to hold him, & then let him go But you are going to try to mould him though & In a stolen moment, you can find a better way For you to control him, & make him stay But the tables just will not seem to turn, So both ends of the candle still burns & You say he's like a bullet to your heart