Never let a wound ruin me.
But I feel like ruins wooing me.
Arrow holes that never close from cupid on a shooting spree.
Feeling stupid cause I know it ain’t no you and me.
But when you’re trying to beat the odds up.
Been trying to keep your nods up and you know that you should know.
And let her go but the fear of the unknown.
Holding another lover strong sends you back into the zone.
With no Tom Hanks to bring you home.
A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem.
Trying to write yourself a rifle,
Maybe sharpen up a song.
To fight the tanks and drones of you being alone.
Guy Sebastian ft. Lupe Fiasco