Other People's Stories

Come take my hand and we'll walk into the woods

This is my kingdom, now this is your home

If you believe, sometimes pretend

If you fight back, in the end

You should shall see what is worth

Other people's stories they are just like mine

But for one thing, I did what they plan

In my darkest hour I just kill a man

With the silver bullet in the barrel of my gun.

I should know better

By the age of twenty-eight

But I took the chance and I never once looked back

When the sun climbs up over victoria hill

I will stop and take the last breath

Then they'll come for me