Stories
In the ashes of the bridges you've burned
There's a flower still gripping the earth
If these ruins had something to say
They'd tell me that I am to blame
I've scraped up and bruised my knees
From begging like a stray at your feet
Now I'm breaking, I'm pulling apart
With a bullet sent straight to your heart
I'll fight like a lion this time
Not the orphan you took from the cold
Cut the wires and sever the cords
I don't need them to breathe anymore
There's a garden that's blooming inside
And it's begging to breathe in the light
I'm a ship that has chosen its course
And I'll keep it through wind and through storm
And I know where I've thrown in my lot
Like the gallows or the firing squad
These are weapons on the tip of my tongue
I've held my fire for far too long
I'll fight like a lion this time
Not the orphan you took from the cold
I'll cut the wires and sever the cords.
I don't need them to breathe anymore
I'm sick of just standing in line and watching my heroes all die
I'm wiser and a little more bold
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
I'll fight like a lion this time
Not the orphan you took from the cold
I'll cut the wires and sever the cords.
I don't need them to breathe anymore
I'm sick of just standing in line and watching my heroes all die
I'm wiser and a little more bold
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
My story just hasn't been told
There's a flower still gripping the earth
If these ruins had something to say
They'd tell me that I am to blame
I've scraped up and bruised my knees
From begging like a stray at your feet
Now I'm breaking, I'm pulling apart
With a bullet sent straight to your heart
I'll fight like a lion this time
Not the orphan you took from the cold
Cut the wires and sever the cords
I don't need them to breathe anymore
There's a garden that's blooming inside
And it's begging to breathe in the light
I'm a ship that has chosen its course
And I'll keep it through wind and through storm
And I know where I've thrown in my lot
Like the gallows or the firing squad
These are weapons on the tip of my tongue
I've held my fire for far too long
I'll fight like a lion this time
Not the orphan you took from the cold
I'll cut the wires and sever the cords.
I don't need them to breathe anymore
I'm sick of just standing in line and watching my heroes all die
I'm wiser and a little more bold
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
I'll fight like a lion this time
Not the orphan you took from the cold
I'll cut the wires and sever the cords.
I don't need them to breathe anymore
I'm sick of just standing in line and watching my heroes all die
I'm wiser and a little more bold
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
My story just hasn't been told
It just hasn't been told
My story just hasn't been told
Credits
Writer(s): Brenden Stark
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