Naive
I opened my heart and gave you my soul
I shared some things I never should have told
I thought I was getting the sunshine and rainbows
Maybe a little bit of rain here and there
But I started to notice the seasons change and my feelings fade
I thought that even in the winter the sun would still shine for us
Because we had trust
I didn't have to listen to the he said she said
Because we spoke the same language
We shared the same tongue
And I always said if it came down to a bullet and a gun
I would step in front of you
Take the bullet, let my life be done
But when it came down to that bullet and that gun
You moved out of the way
You were the one that won
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