Lyrics

How can I let go of all that I believe? Why do I let you minimize my faith? I know someday it will end for me This is all good for you and bad for me You're not right, you're not (Be the gun) The put downs, the shut-ups Scratches beneath the surface (Be the one) The drag-outs, the hate ins Stitches across scar tissue (Be the gun) The bruises, the beatings My life, internal bleeding, go I push, you pull in all that I believe Then you just smile and then I see relief How could something so good Go down so deep? Why do I let you minimize my faith? You're not right, you're not