Last night someone shot you down in my dream
You crawled over, reached for my hand but I was out of reach
I remember thinking if only you would've listened to me
Then maybe I wouldn't have to watch you bleed
Before I went to bed last night we had ourselves a fight
I told you it's time you got a grip on your life
Get rid of all the bitterness and make the wrong things right
My words fell right on deaf ears, so I just said goodnight
Then I drifted off into that terrifying scene
I saw it before you did that old women had a scheme
I begged you not to go but you walked right down that dark street
The shot still rings inside my head and I still hear you scream
I woke before I found out if you made it out alive
But I can't forget the desperation streaming from your eyes
I think that you got your wish and you did not survive
Looks like I could not save you from yourself that night
That bullet that shot you down, it wasn't from a gun
It was made of all the sins that you just can't outrun
So my last words to you would be "put both of your hands up"
Love's the healing power and hate is a loaded gun
Hate is a loaded gun
Hate is a loaded gun
