di Gilmore, James, Paget, Thomas, Tuck
BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE
I don’t wanna stand beside you
I don’t wanna try and feel the pain you’re going through
‘Til the death you’ve seen is through
Cold sweats, hallucinations
I wanna scream to show
The hell I’m going through
The addiction’s taking you
Can you see me through bloodshot eyes (bloodshot eyes)
Should I fight for what is right or let it die?
Now I’m choking on force fed lies
Do I fight or let it die?