Skies are crying, I am watching,
Catching teardrops in my hands.
Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance.
Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?
There's an 'S' under my clothes
On my chest where nobody else can see
I'm a bad-ass jumping off the moving train
I'm a Jane Bond, putting all them guys to shame
I'm a wild card, and I'm gonna steal your game
You better watch out