Martyrs کے بول

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'll run away from the past today Slowing my memory I'm making my way away from you 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 That 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'll run away from the past today Slowing my memory I'm making my way away from you All the martyrs they go away All this from yesterday I'm making my way away from you I open my mouth to speak But nothing comes out I'll run away from the past today Slowing my memory I'm making my way away from you All the martyrs they go away All this from yesterday I'm making my way away from you From you From you From you