I'm checkin' into leaving,
Yeah I'm folding,
I'm tired of breaking down and shaking thsi life around,
I'm tired of praying,
Yeah I'm tired of trying myself,
I'm tired of being taken all the way,
And I don't need to be godless, but I am.
And I don't need my head deep in all my problems,
And I don't need your hand on the gun, yeah
And I don't need to say i'm godless with nowhere to fall.
Yeah, I'm all ready to fall
Day by day, I'm like a paper puppet and i'm stumbling 'round,
I make it on my brain,
And I'm in big trouble, big trouble
I still gotta breathe, oh yeah
Like my shame, this'll all go down,
God damn me last for sure,
And I believe,
I believe I don't belong here,
And I don't need to get my head kept in,
And I don't need to be another lost soul who can't find home, and I don't don't
To get my face dragged down in the muddy water
And I don't need to say i'm godless anymore.
Still I'm gone,
Still I'm on the road,
Still I'm on the brink of the edge,
Still I, Still I'm feeling dead,
I don't need to be godless, but I am
And I don't need to be another lost soul who can't find home,
And I don't need your hand on the gun,
And I don't need to say I'm godless anymore
Writer(s): Shawn Albro, Chris Weber
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