Trigger

I felt so innocent
I couldn’t feel another sense
I know I know it felt so wrong
But I couldn’t let you go
Try to blame me for everything
But you feel how you feel
Never ever tried to hurt you
Pull the trigger, let me be
Girl, I try to hold on
But it’s you not me
It’s you not me

The truth about the lies hides between the lines of snake eyes
I tried to compromise and save the ties that bind our minds
It might be too late
Don’t know what to think
Poison blurred my vision
Eyes full of disbelief
Don’t blink
It was a trap
You knew it all along
You tried to play me
There’s the reason why I’m long gone
You can’t win me back
You can’t win me back
This fucking love story needs to end fast
Credits, fade it to black

Why you always trying to play me
You think you’re being lowkey, but I can see all your moves in HD
Now you saying I’m not the same
But you want me to rock these golden chains
And be a slave
And rap on a stage
About throwing money
And just make it rain
I said no
I’m not going down your route
You tried to seduce me with thoughts of money falling from your dark clouds
Now you wanna walk out
Once you learned what I’m about
I always gave you my heart
With Instrumentals, I’ll tear you apart
While I’m spitting flames in the dark

I felt so innocent
I couldn’t feel another sense
I know I know it felt so wrong
But I couldn’t let you go
Try to blame me for everything
But you feel how you feel
Never ever tried to hurt you
Pull the trigger, let me be
Girl, I try to hold on
But it’s you not me
It’s you not me

No one would know just by the look of us
No one would know that we were anything but so happy
I wish you saw me through their eyes for once
Care free and loving
But you won’t let me be that lady, love
You need the drama and the hardship just to be happy
And here I’m turning into what you want
Scary, I’m crumbling

Whether you find and exhibit it juicy
Relies upon whom it is viewing
Appetite high, on, abuse seducing
And I don’t want it to consume me
The hall is roomy
Appalling and spooky
No don’t let anyone into my mania
Beauty is what I’m exuding
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
I’m out of senses
What’s the consensus
Is she okay to put out on the floor
She’s a mess, who is she impressing?
Is she going to look good on the bill
It’s offensive, I’m out of my head
And no one is taking the time to be getting it
Hell bent on making me sell
On making me sell

I felt so innocent
I couldn’t feel another sense
I know I know it felt so wrong
But I couldn’t let you go
Try to blame me for everything
But you feel how you feel
Never ever tried to hurt you
Pull the trigger, let me be
Girl, I try to hold on
But it’s you not me
It’s you not me