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.

Youre not right! Youre not..
(Be the gun)
The put downs, the shutups
scratches beneath the surface
(Be the one)
The dragouts, the hate ins
stitches across scar tissue
(Be the gun)
The bruises, the beatings
My life enternal 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?

Youre not right! Youre not...