You are far more likely   To be devoured than empowered   By your sense of romance      Oh, doleful girl   Alone in the world   Where did her true love go?   Well I'd like to know   This means everything to me   Hope someone will see   That those innocent days were a life ago      You are far more likely   To be devoured than empowered   By your 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 did 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