Going your way and your way leads nowhere,
thinking you know but you don't know,
playing your part, your part of nothing,
doing things smart but you misquote.

Always digging for a reason, you were thinking that I cared.
I will fight it, I will win it, you shot the broken heart.

In the palm of my hands, I save your secrets,
the feather glides to the depths of my soul,
the wilted roses, the faded beauty,
ready to go back to the holy soil,

Always keeping, keep it down and waste it,
they will bring you down I will embrace it,
we will win.

Following you, means falling down,
you don't know where to go at all,
Knowing things so well you say,
but your part is the one who takes,

You can't make me feel alright and,
you won't shape me in what you want,
I will fight it, I will win it,
you shot the broken heart,

Always keep you, keep you down and waste it.