Bite the Bullet Lyrics

I wait by the phone for you

As if I'm paid by the hour

I think I've grown cold towards you

So cold I'll wither away with the flowers

I think I've made up my mind

I can't take another shot

You pull the trigger another time

So I bite the bullet

I wake up alone Again

I raise the blinds and I clean

The bottles on the floor

That i threw against the wall in the middle of the night

I think I've made up my mind

I can't take another shot

You pull the trigger another time

So i bite the bullet

You can't hear me cry on the other side of that screen

Even if you could what good would it do for me

And I didn't wanna write it down in these words

Cause I didn't wanna admit how much I am hurting

Oh what have I got now

Oh what have I got

So I'll wait by the phone

For you