Monday, April 16, 2012

Target Practice

I'm not under your guns
I'm not under your thumb
You cannot control me
This is a battle that can't be won
You can press all you like
I won't stay for this fight
So realign your crosshairs
I'm not gonna die tonight

You treated me like I was simple cannon fodder
Your misery was deeper than I ever knew
You fired on me when things kept getting hotter
But was I truly the one to blame? I refuse

I refuse

You can do what you want
You can mock and taunt
You can sling all your pain on me
I will stand up and throw it off
You can load your weapons
Shoot below and above
Just remember you're firing upon
Everyone you claim to love

You treated me like I was simple cannon fodder
Your misery was deeper than I ever knew
You fired on me when things kept getting hotter
But was I truly the one to blame? I refuse

I refuse

I deny your attempts to belittle me
I defy your persistence, you won't kill me
I'm so much more than target practice
Though I know I'm so good at it
Your bullets are just bullets
I will survive

I'll take the fault that's mine and walk away
I'll wear this heart like a scar every day
I'm so much more than just target practice
Though I know I'm so good at this
Your bullets are just bullets
I will survive

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