Boomerang (Live)

If I shoot him in the stomach

Then he's hurting on my dime

And if I shoot him in the head, then he's dead

And he's living on my mind

My reflection in the mirror

Her perfection in his eyes, eyes

I'm a danger to myself, I run from twelve

And take my rage across the county line, oh

But I won't let this go, not my tomorrow

Don't forget your pride, it's laying in a bed of sorrow

What you, what you've done to me

I swear to you, it's gonna come back like a boomerang

Woo-ooh, woo-ooh

Woo-ooh, woo-ooh

You knew my daddy didn't like you, no

From the moment you two met

He knew too well you would drag me through hell

And never come back for the baby we'd regret, oh

But I won't let this go, not my tomorrow

Don't forget your pride, it's laying in a bed of sorrow

What you, what you've done to me

I swear to you, it's gonna come back like a boomerang

Woo-ooh, woo-ooh

Woo-ooh, woo-ooh

Woo-ooh, woo-ooh

Woo-ooh, woo-ooh

What you've done to me, baby

Baby, what you've done to me, yeah