Lyrics
I was five and he was six
I have a memory from when I was five, and he was six.
We rode on horses made of sticks
We played together using makeshift horse toys.
He wore black and I wore white
He dressed in black, and I wore white, symbolizing contrast.
He would always win the fight
In our play, he consistently emerged victorious in our imaginary fights.
Bang bang, he shot me down
There was a pivotal moment when he metaphorically "shot me down."
Bang bang, I hit the ground
I fell to the ground in response to his actions.
Bang bang, that awful sound
The memory is associated with a distressing and unforgettable sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
This traumatic event is metaphorically described as my baby shooting me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
As time passed, seasons changed, marking the passage of life.
And I grew up, I called him mine
I grew up, and he became someone I claimed as mine.
He would always laugh and say
He would fondly reminisce about our childhood play.
"Remember when we used to play?"
A recollection of the joyous times spent together.
Bang bang, I shot you down
In a role reversal, I metaphorically "shot him down."
Bang bang, you hit the ground
He fell to the ground in response to my actions.
Bang bang, that awful sound
Similar to the past, there was an unsettling sound associated with this act.
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
I used to be the one causing harm, shooting him down.
Music played and people sang
Music played, and people celebrated, possibly related to a significant event.
Just for me the church bells rang
For me, church bells rang, emphasizing the personal impact of the event.
Now he's gone I don't know why
He is no longer present, and the reason for his absence is unclear.
Until this days sometimes I cry
Even now, I sometimes cry, indicating lingering emotional pain.
He didn't even say goodbye
His departure lacked a proper farewell.
He didn't take the time to lie
He didn't take the time to lie or provide explanations for leaving.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Revisiting the traumatic imagery of being shot down by him.
Bang bang, I hit the ground
A recurrence of the fall to the ground, echoing the past.
Bang bang, that awful sound
The distressing sound persists, haunting the narrator.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Reiterating the emotional impact of being shot down by someone close.
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