* Gunnin’ *
Tell me what I’ll never be
Make me feel broken
Tell me what I should believe
I didn’t know it was broken
And I’m gunnin’ for you
I’m gunnin’ for you
And I will wait, I’ll write another letter to myself
And I will find out that morning comes faster alone
I hate the way you look at me
As if I was broken
And the perfection of my frailty
Has been questioned and broken
…
The perfection of my frailty has been questioned and broken
~ Hedley, Gunnin’ (self-titled: Hedley)
