Oftentimes I can't find the words
But oftentimes I ache to be heard
Oftentimes I stand by
The battles on my tongue
But oftentimes I wait
For the fighting to be done
By that time you've already won
By that time you've already won
A battlefield of words
That wait to be slaughtered
And I am always left with
The leftover gunpowder in my mouth
The bitter taste that keeps me down
It keeps me down
Oftentimes I pray for the taste to go away
Oftentimes I'm met with
The silence of a ricochet
Oftentimes I gaze where
The skyline meets the trees
But oftentimes I'm met with the eyes of enemies
But by that time you've already won
By that time you've already won
A battlefield of words
That wait to be slaughtered
And I am always left with the
Leftover gunpowder in my mouth
The bitter taste that keeps me down
Keeps me down
Oh it keeps me down
Oh it keeps me down
Keeps me down
It keeps me down
Keeps me