You are far more likely To be devoured than empowered By your sense of romance
Oh, doleful girl Alone in the world Where did her true love go? Well I'd like to know This means everything to me Hope someone will see That those innocent days were a life ago
You are far more likely To be devoured than empowered By your sense of romance
Even the most gentle of folk Will snap when provoked I ain't scared no more I've said that before I sense it on your breath You're frozen in your depths Where did the good guys go? Well I'd like to know
Save your secrets for those who deserve it But like the rice pounded out by a rabbit I'm miles away from ever understanding Why I had to be more of a man then..