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
