When I look back I miss the hope I used to have The sense of passion and the meaning Cause I'm not the same I'm not the one that plays the part Of a martyr
am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and call I'm failing and placating, I berate myself
herself a scholarship for total lack of depth the committee was impressed on the Idiot Express Malcontents and martyrs navigate the rails their inherent sense to trust pretense guides and never fails
