Target Practice (On My Heart)

[Verse 1]  
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  

[Chorus]  
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  

[Verse 2]  
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  

[Chorus]  
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  

[Bridge]  
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  

[Breakdown]  
(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  

[Final Chorus]  
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.

Punk / Metal