Texty: Ane Brun. I shot my heart.

I shot my heart to let you go
I shot it down for you but you don't know
I let my soul grow cold
And it's all, it's all I could

Since then I've been reckoning the scars I left on your skin
I've been recognizing the bullets I used for the execution
They went straight through me and in to you
And that's where they are stuck in
Since then I've been reckoning the scars I left on your skin

I turned myself into
A different kind of me to be able to
Set my pride aside
And it's all, it's all I could


I'm turning myself in
Crawling down in my coffin
I'm turning myself in
Crawling down in my coffin

I shot my heart to let you go
I shot it down for you but you don't know
I let my soul grow cold
And it's all, it's all I could