Defeated – Daniella Mason – letras

You wish you could hold her handYou wish you could be a manWell, I wish you could standAll by your lonesome on your own two feetI guess that’s defeated, defeatedWell I wish you weren’t babied deadAnd I wish you could be self-fedAnd we all wish to see you againBut you’re far away buried and defeated, defeatedDefeated, that’s what you areWhatever happened to raising the barDefeated, that’s what you’ve allowedYou’ve succombed and died to that miserable crowdPersecution, that’s what we’re meant forIt’s not just you, it’s us all, we’re at warDefeated, can’t say I’m proudDefeated, don’t cry too loudYou have up and shown me goodWhat kind of man-boy never shouldEnter into warA few toy arrows and you’re falling to the cold grounddefeated, defeatedWell you have asked for my pityAnd you have asked for my sympathyBut all I have to say is I won’t be defeated, defeatedSo don’t pity yourself the jeering and the leeringPaul had much worse and so did Peter, dearieFine, go ahead and take up your gold crossAnd march all around with your pity-eyed soulBut no. This is nothing. No. This is nothing