Beating Drums Lyrics

You're beating drums, I'm reading magazines
You're turning heads, I'm turning none
I wish that you were looking up to me
But you're staring down the barrel of a loaded gun

And in your eyes there's no surprise, you're losing, I'll get over it

You're beating drums, I'm reading magazines
You're turning heads, I'm turning none
I wish that you were looking up to me
But you're staring down the barrel of a loaded gun

And in your eyes there's no surprise, you're losing, I'll get over it

I'll get over it, I'll get over it, I'll get over it
I'll get over it, I'll get over it, I'll get over it

Tearing me, it's tearing me
Tearing me, it's tearing me
Tearing me, it's tearing me apart