Bombshell
Oh, what has happened?
Days and days of self-reflection
Searching for perfection in someone
You came along
And you showed me how to be
It all made sense to me
And now it leads me to say
She hit me like a
Bombshell, straight in my head
Left picking up the pieces
Of what you said
I'm pulling all the fragments
Out of thin air
And rolling up the broken parts
Of what is left of me
And I fall to pieces
When you call my name
With everything you give
Is what you get the same?
Remembering the day you had to go away
You left me in the dark and feeling lost
You pulled the pin you never really let me in
No matter who you hurt what the cost
I'm just another cut away
She hit me like a
Bombshell, straight in my head
Left picking up the pieces
Of what you said
I'm pulling all the fragments
Out of thin air
And rolling up the broken parts
Of what is left of me
And I fall to pieces
When you call my name
With everything you give
Is what you get the same?
She hit me like a
Bombshell, straight in my head
Left picking up the pieces
Of what you said
I'm pulling all the fragments
Out of thin air
And rolling up the broken parts
Of what is left of me
And I fall to pieces
When you call my name
With everything you give
Is what you get the same?
Days and days of self-reflection
Searching for perfection in someone
You came along
And you showed me how to be
It all made sense to me
And now it leads me to say
She hit me like a
Bombshell, straight in my head
Left picking up the pieces
Of what you said
I'm pulling all the fragments
Out of thin air
And rolling up the broken parts
Of what is left of me
And I fall to pieces
When you call my name
With everything you give
Is what you get the same?
Remembering the day you had to go away
You left me in the dark and feeling lost
You pulled the pin you never really let me in
No matter who you hurt what the cost
I'm just another cut away
She hit me like a
Bombshell, straight in my head
Left picking up the pieces
Of what you said
I'm pulling all the fragments
Out of thin air
And rolling up the broken parts
Of what is left of me
And I fall to pieces
When you call my name
With everything you give
Is what you get the same?
She hit me like a
Bombshell, straight in my head
Left picking up the pieces
Of what you said
I'm pulling all the fragments
Out of thin air
And rolling up the broken parts
Of what is left of me
And I fall to pieces
When you call my name
With everything you give
Is what you get the same?
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ellison Leyland
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