Текст песни Bite the Bullet - Amanda Joy

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