Shot To The Chest (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.