Martyrs

I picture myself sometimes, alone in the crowd
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out
All the times that I told myself that everything’s fine
They don’t add up to all the times I swallowed my pride
My pride is gone
I’m running away from my past, I think
Slowing my memory
I’m making my way away from you
And all the martyrs they go away
All this from yesterday
I’m making my way away from you
All the times that I held my tongue so you’d feel fine
It all comes back to haunt the one who poisons inside
And I feel a strange fear sometimes, pulling me in
It’s a long walk to the top but I’ve never been
I’ve never been there
I’m running away from my past, I think
Slowing my memory
I’m making my way away from you
And all the martyrs they go away
All this from yesterday
I’m making my way away from you
I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out
I’m running away from my past, I think
Slowing my memory
I’m making my way away from you
And all the martyrs they go away
All this from yesterday
I’m making my way away from you
From you
From you
From you