I felt I needed some talking I felt burning fires of anger I was paralyzed when I must have been walking My ship was wrecked with its own anchor
Сhorus:
This is not my story That you've hidden in weft In the false of glory There is nothing left But sorrow inside you And somebody to hide you In the story In the story That is just not mine
Not my, not my Not my story Not my, not my Not my story
Verse 2:
It's always fun tilting at wind-mills But only if that was not you Staring at twister through windshield Tasting bitter tears as honey dew