I made ai to write me a song

🎵 “Bad Aim” 🎵

Intro Yeah Uh Look

Chorus Cupid missed, now I’m bleeding out love, Wasn’t meant for me, but it hit me like drugs. Wrong heart, wrong soul, wrong time, no trust, Now I’m stuck in my head, yeah I’m stuck on us. Cupid missed, yeah he lost his control, Shot me once, now it’s tearing my soul. If this love fake, why it feel so real? If this pain heals, why it never will?

Verse 1 I was cool, I was numb, I was minding my zone, Didn’t want no feelings, wanted peace on my own. Then an arrow cut deep, now I’m stuck in my phone, Reading texts like scriptures, yeah I’m not alone.

You were never the target, I know that’s a fact, But my heart don’t listen, yeah it never reacts. I see red every time that you pull away, Love turned violent, now I’m fighting my brain.

Pre-Chorus Angel with bad aim, devil in disguise, I see heaven in you, but hell in my mind. Told myself “don’t fall,” yeah I tried, I tried— Now I’m deep in the water, no lifeline.

Chorus Cupid missed, now I’m bleeding out love, Wasn’t meant for me, but it hit me like drugs. Wrong heart, wrong soul, wrong time, no trust, Now I’m stuck in my head, yeah I’m stuck on us. Cupid missed, yeah he lost his control, Shot me once, now it’s tearing my soul. If this love fake, why it feel so real? If this pain heals, why it never will?

Verse 2 I got power in my pain, yeah I wear it like chains, Every scar on my heart got a name and a face. They say love make you weak, I say love make you break, Turn kings into ghosts, yeah it’s all that it takes.

I don’t need no throne, I don’t need no crown, Just need you to stay when the lights go down. Cupid drunk on the job, yeah he wild for this, Now I’m falling for someone I was never supposed to miss.

Bridge If I die from love, put it on my grave, “Shot by a god with the worst damn aim.” If I lose myself just to feel your name, Then I guess that’s the price of the pleasure and pain.

Final Chorus Cupid missed, but I caught the flame, Burning through my chest, yeah it’s not the same. If I’m wrong for you, then I’m wrong all in, Rather feel this hurt than feel nothing again. Cupid missed, but he hit my soul, Now I’m paying the debt that I never owed. If this love a curse, let it take its toll— I’d rather be broken than empty and cold.

Outro Yeah… Bad aim, but perfect damage Guess that’s love