(R. Martin)



You're not what you say you are

Broken and tired

These bones are yours alone.



The truth doesn't matters

When it's twisted and mired

These bones are yours alone.



No one knows, no one understands

There's comfort in thinking you're alone

Stuffed inside a pearly shell

To keep anyone from getting in

These bones are yours alone.



You're not what you say you are

Voices and choirs

What's yours is soon coming

It's tragic but beautiful

These bones are yours alone.