I should be greatful for the day,
when you spoke, to me,
you let me come straight to my senses,
i saw your friends today- if looks could kill,
i'd never leave the house, so make no mistake-
i'd be house-bound,
Tell me,
how could you ever chase happiness,
when you ain't got the heart to be hurt,
i'd gamble everything,
but i don't have a thing,
i don't have a thing,
You should be livin' in a home,
all by, yourself,
you should be never allowed to speak,
to know what else,
i see your inner face every time,
i try to close my eyes, but make no mistake,
girl you'll be house-bound,
So,
how could you ever chase happiness,
when you ain't got the heart to be hurt,
i'd gamble everything,
but i don't have a thing,
But i would love to give you attention,
but i'd never be free from the fact,
of all the things you tell me,
truly want me to think,
Well it's the same, for all your friends,
don't die you'll end up in hell,
though i won't come out if you did,
it's probably better, than in love,
ain't good.
Tell me,
how could you ever chase happiness
when you ain't got the heart to be hurt
all the things you tell me,
really want me to think,
oh they won't mean anything