You are far more likely to Be devoured Than empowered by your own Sense of romance Oh doleful girl Alone in the world? Where did true love go? Well I'd like to know, ohhh-ohh This means everything to me Hope someone will see That those yesterdays were a lifetime ago You are far more likely to Be devoured Than empowered by your own Sense of romance Even the most gentle of folk Will snap when provoked I ain't scared no more I've said that before I sense it on your breath You're frozen in your depths Where'd the good guys go? Well I'd like to know Save your secrets for those who deserve it But like the rice pounded out by a rabbit I'm miles away from ever understanding Why I had to be more of a man then