Bleeding Heart

I've no reason to go on in the end So sure of myself from the very start Too high for the burden in my heart I'm gonna give up my hopes And I've barely began But you know I'm not a fan of losing I've got a matchbox under my eyes Rattling away my promises Practically synonymous with disappointment I've no reason to keep driving I'm out of gas, thirty miles out The compass on my dash is pointing south I'm gonna give up my hopes And I've barely began But you know I'm not a fan of losing