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.