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If music be the food of Love Would you write me a song? If laughter is the language of the soul how come I can't crack a smile? I'm no good with words Can't ever mean what I say Wish for just one moment you could See in my head I Suck at love I always fall for your sucker punch I suck at love Because no one ever try to find, the Bitch inside this whipped soul No one ever gets close Thats what I feer most My pistol whipped soul Alone in the dark? Am I the only one In the memory you'll find me you got me so lost and alone Never having my one true home Or place for my head May as well be dead. (or Welsh) From Letras Mania