I will never reason with myself in your defense

Or try to see your twisted point of view

The jury and the judge already let the gavel fall

Court is out, there's nothing I can do

And it is not a question of belief on your behalf

I think it is your will that breeds the doubt

And like a wound that never heals, infected from within

I won't survive if I don't bleed you out

You wear me out and hold me back

I don't wanna be tied down

I'm not done fighting yet

I know I gotta move on, move on

No, I'm not done fighting yet

Careful chords and metaphors can make a person care

The intervention I was praying for

Regardless of some clever words I write in my despair

I know that you're not listening anymore

You wear me out and hold me back

I don't wanna be tied down

I'm not done fighting yet

I know I gotta move on, move on

No, I'm not done fighting yet

I won't let myself forget

All the fucked up things you did

You wear me out and hold me back

I don't wanna live that way

And I don't wanna be like that

I know I gotta move on, move on

No, I'm not done fighting yet

No, I'm done fighting

I'm not done fighting yet...