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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ronnie Radke
Ronnie Radke
Vocals
Jacky Vincent
Jacky Vincent
Electric Guitar
Mika Horiuchi
Mika Horiuchi
Bass
Derek Jones
Derek Jones
Electric Guitar
Ryan Seaman
Ryan Seaman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Holdredge
Dave Holdredge
Songwriter
Ronnie Radke
Ronnie Radke
Songwriter
Michael Baskette
Michael Baskette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Holdredge
Dave Holdredge
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Thomas
Kevin Thomas
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jef Moll
Jef Moll
Editing Engineer
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Producer

Lyrics

I was born one morning in December, on the coldest day
Abandoned by my mother, by my father I was raised
My father raised my brother and I with a stubborn heart
My mother left me her good looks and confident charm
Well, I spent most of my teenage years searching for her love
I could not find it anywhere, so I turned to drugs
And after all the smoke had cleared, and it was said and done
I found myself addicted by the age of twenty-one, I tell the truth
I've been beaten, I've been bruised, I was left for dead as well
I was wrongfully accused, you left me locked inside a cell
I've been cheated, I've been sued, but I have lived to tell
The more you kick me when I'm down, the more it truly helps
I feel the madness creeping slowly
Loved by many, I'm still lonely
Pay the price for your mistake
The music died the day I walked away
No, I won't let you win
Not this time, my friend
You know that I'm better in the end
No, you won't take my pride
I'll keep my head held high
'Cause I know that I'm better in the end
Whoa, I know you're jealous, and you wish you could be me
I'm so smart and clever with my lyrics, can't you see?
There's nobody better in this music industry
And in case you think you are, go ahead, give me a ring
Whoa, I deserve a purple heart from all my fucking wounds
Lacerations to my ego, pride that I've consumed
And in your final hours, when you are looking back
You'll find that I'm the best at what I do, and that's a fact
No, I won't let you win
Not this time, my friend
You know that I'm better in the end
No, you won't take my pride
I'll keep my head held high
'Cause I know that I'm better in the end
And all I got to say
Take it or leave it
But you best believe me, it's true
There's no mistaking
So, please stop the faking, I'm through
You know I'm better than you
No, I won't let you win
Not this time, my friend
You know that I'm better in the end
No, you won't take my pride
I'll keep my head held high
'Cause I know that I'm better in the end
Yes, I said
Written by: Dave Holdredge, Michael Baskette, Ronnie Radke
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