I shot myself in the foot To feel lost again I let slip what I needed For the thrill of the game The thrill of the sadness and pain You were my everlasting lie My beauty and the one who makes it alright, yeah Oh, I let you down Again, again And I hold, did you notice my own And I hope you notice me looking back And I wanna die In your arms tonight They say, for love, let it go But painful practice on the hold But still I prescribed to move on in the night What I feel, so low that Know that once I come out on top, on top I won't feel this pain anymore And I can finally show my love that I lost a soul A soul, a soul And I hold, did you notice my own And I hope you notice me looking back And I wanna die In your arms tonight With love, from Ben