[Verse]
You tried to cut me with your fear
Sharp words slicing the atmosphere
But your aim
Oh it wavered
It slipped
It fell
Now I’m holding what you threw
Guess who rings the bell
[Prechorus]
Blade in my hand now
Tables turned somehow
[Chorus]
Gotcha—ha ha ha
Didn’t miss
Gotcha—feel the sting
Taste the hiss
Gotcha—your knife’s in my fist
And I didn’t miss
No I didn’t miss
[Verse 2]
You scream
You shout
But it’s hollow
Thin
A shadow boxing match you can’t win
You aimed for my heart but hit the wall
Now I’m the one who’s standing tall
[Prechorus]
Blade in my hand now
Tables turned somehow
[Chorus]
Gotcha—ha ha ha
Didn’t miss
Gotcha—feel the sting
Taste the hiss
Gotcha—your knife’s in my fist
And I didn’t miss
No I didn’t miss