Target Practice (On My Heart)

You traced a bullseye on my chest

With lipstick, venom, and unrest

Said love was war, and I believed

Now I wear your aim like a disease

You loaded words like hollow rounds

Fired silence when I made a sound

I stood still in the line of fire

Begging bullets to feel desire

Target practice on my heart

You never missed, you tore apart

Every beat a crimson mark

Love was lethal, cold, and dark

But I still stand, I still scream

For the wreckage of a dream

You stitched your name into my skin

With barbed wire thread and discipline

I called it art, you called it fate

Now I’m bleeding through the hate

Your kisses came with recoil shock

Your touch—a trigger, ticking clock

I wore your rage like sacred ink

Told myself it made me think

Target practice on my heart

You never missed, you tore apart

Every beat a crimson mark

Love was lethal, cold, and dark

But I still stand, I still scream

For the wreckage of a dream

I built a shrine from shattered ribs

Lit candles with my final fibs

You aimed for truth, I gave you lies

Still prayed you'd see me through your sights

(Whispers)

You aimed with grace

You fired with art

You made a gallery

Of my broken heart

(Screams)

I’m not your canvas anymore

I’m the wreckage on the floor

But I still breathe, I still burn

For the lesson I never learned

Target practice on my heart

You never missed, you tore apart

Every beat a crimson mark

Love was lethal, cold, and dark

But I still stand, I still scream

For the wreckage of a dream

For the wreckage of a dream

For the wreckage...

of me.