If music be the food of Love
Would you write me a song?
If laughter is the language of the soul
how come I can't crack a smile?
I'm no good with words
Can't ever mean what I say
Wish for just one moment you could
See in my head


I Suck at love
I always fall for your sucker punch
I suck at love
Because no one ever try to find,
the Bitch inside this whipped soul
No one ever gets close
Thats what I feer most

My pistol whipped soul
Alone in the dark?
Am I the only one
In the memory you'll find me
you got me so lost and alone
Never having my one true home
Or place for my head
May as well be dead. (or Welsh)