When I look back
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I miss the hope I used to have
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The sense of passion and the meaning
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Cause I'm not the same
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I'm not the one that plays the part
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Of a martyr with a broken heart.
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[Pre-Chorus:]
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Leaving me to be nothing
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So bury me
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I used to feel something inside of me
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I used to feel something inside
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[Chorus:]
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Now every time I pick myself up
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I just fall down faster
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So what's the use of trying
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To be something I'm not
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I've still got hope that I can
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Fix this all with one disaster
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I'll die alone
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Ashamed without a note
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So look at me
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What exactly do you see
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A man who isn't what he once was
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I hate myself but I'm to blame
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I fell in love with the state of shame
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[Pre-Chorus]
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[Chorus]
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I'll die alone
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Ashamed without a note
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I'll die alone. Oh, [x2]
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I hang all my lies, on hooks with my art
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To show myself, a cowards heart
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Cause all I want, is to forgive myself
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To burst inside, and bloom alive
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The truth in me, is so blurry
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The lines have been my guide
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But I have drown all.......
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I bare with me, uncertainty
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My insecurities, redefine who....
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I hang all my lies
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On hooks with my art
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To show myself [x2]
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[Chorus]
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The Martyr
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Senses Fail |