While these seconds turn to seasons, your memories turn to scars Point blank range, pull the trigger I’ll see you again Nobody wants to be alone, but this town isn't big enough for the two of us So get the hell out The crown of roses on your head is gone This pain takes your breath away, the pain you gave us. And you are left lifeless and alone. The bullet is ready to go, with your name etched in blood. You're a deer in the headlights, frozen and prepared for the worst You are transparent, we see the hell inside. There's no turning back, regret is for the weak While these seconds turn to seasons, your memories turn to scars.