Tugged the rope with all my might

But beggars can't choose who they like

And if I have an ounce of pride

I won't mull over you under these dome lights

Old as fashion

This young assassin

Violence is not her thing but she can make it happen

I fled the scene like a murder machine paid for it

I took off my mask and unloaded my gun

And now on my mind is what I've become in the night

But she'll leave me at dawn

This hotel lobby is where I met you

And now I have left no trace of you

It's my fault it's my fault that I cry

It's my fault it's my fault that I cry

No trace of you

This young assassin

Violence is not her thing but she can make it happen