Shot To The Chest Lyrics - Singles - Letter Kills

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.