Cold
Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again
How can I never seem to defend myself?
Taking lucky potshots
Barbaric onslaught of words
Leaving me feeling ragged, drained, and distraught
You have nothing concrete
Enough to defeat
The efforts I've made to crush your deceit
Underneath the truth
Or at least what I've come to see
Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again
Things that I've known
Have been shown to be just bold faced lies
Everything I've ever sacrificed
Might mean something in time
Get back on my feet
Rinse and repeat
As I dance my way down this street
I've paved my way
With my own clarity
Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again
How can I never seem to defend myself?
Taking lucky potshots
Barbaric onslaught of words
Leaving me feeling ragged, drained, and distraught
You have nothing concrete
Enough to defeat
The efforts I've made to crush your deceit
Underneath the truth
Or at least what I've come to see
Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again
Things that I've known
Have been shown to be just bold faced lies
Everything I've ever sacrificed
Might mean something in time
Get back on my feet
Rinse and repeat
As I dance my way down this street
I've paved my way
With my own clarity
Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again
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Writer(s): Kyle Holliday
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