Lyrics: Letter Kills. The Bridge. Shot To The Chest.

Well, here comes a test
A fight until death,
A song without a rest,
But I cant complain,
It?s what I asked for.

So I?ll ask for your hand,
Cause it?s a long road ahead,
And I feel so alone.

And I hope this takes care of broken words.
I?m broken down you know,
I hope this makes you proud,
Write this down,
It?s better than the rest, to see you smile.
Hey! Whoa!
I hope this makes you proud.
Hey! Whoa!
I hope this makes you proud.

And here comes a test,
It?s shooting for my head.
Along with all the rest.
I can?t compete with what I ask for,
So I ask for your hand,
Cause it?s a long road ahead,
And I feel so alone.

And I hope this takes care of broken words.
I?m broken down you know,
I hope this makes you proud,
Write this down,
It?s better than the rest, to see you smile.
Hey! Whoa!
I hope this makes you proud.
Hey! Whoa!
I hope this makes you proud.

If you fall asleep, fall asleep in the back room.

Hey! Whoa!
I hope this makes you proud.
Hey! Whoa!
I hope this makes you proud.
Hey! Whoa!
I hope this makes you proud.