Cold Dead Hands

I'm tired of coloring outside of your lines just to get you to notice me
I'm sick of screaming and crying and fighting so you focus on my sanity

I guess I don't fit
I'm not gonna wait around again for you to quit
Telling me I'm handling this like a little kid
Gonna protect myself just like you never did

If you want my heart, babe
You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands
I guess I got something that she don't have
Not gonna let you take the final stab
You broke my soul to pieces
I was lying in the broken glass
If you wanna break me down this bad
You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands

I took myself back, was my solution
This song will be my retribution
For everything you think you didn't do
And here I thought I'd lose

I guess I don't care
Driving with the wind it's rolling all up in my hair
I'ma let the desert come and dry up all my tears
Gonna face my worst damn fears

It was a shift
Yeah it hurt a little bit
And if you want my heart, babe
You'll have to try a little harder than that

If you want my heart, babe
You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands
I guess I got something that she don't have
Not gonna let you take the final stab
You broke my soul to pieces
I was lying in the broken glass
If you wanna break me down this bad
You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands

Cold dead hands
You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands