I find it hard to believe   we grew up this fast  unable to make it last  never forced to release  but choosing the past  rather slit my wrist and take a bath  cant even look at myself  i feel like a ghost  we hurt the ones we love the most  amidst the final farewell  she offered a toast  i knew at once my glass was dosed    nothing left but a puncture wound  some would say that we jumped too soon  and i don't want to go on knowing  all the nights that i spent with you  nothing left but a puncture wound  this arrow carved you out  this arrow look at you now    i count the ways out  nothing will mend  this love is broken  so i live without  i try to extend   my hands to wash your dissidence  even when shes close to me  i feel like its wrong  giving up another day  not how its supposed to be  numb to respond  i know theres something in the way    Chorus    got an arrow  i'll shoot it  see you when you open your eyes  i say hello    i find it hard to believe  what we've become  brought into another world  this arrow stuck in me  pulled me away  caught under the richocet    Chorus    nothing left but a puncture wound