Any Song But Mine Songtext

No one's around

I'm not quite so Godly, so sound,

The things I say

I am ashamed to repeat



When the years

wrap me in lies, and I

can't feel the fire of the

time that I tried to be kind

Why do I blame any song but mine?


Some who succeed

Sadden me beyond belief

Where did they go

To avoid hardships and grief?



The wind's left my sails

Still air is thick with betrayals

The going gets slow

The going, and all it entails



This shall fade.

And with it my memories,

faux hawks and suede

and the times that I

questioned the praise,

smiled politely and turned the page.

Wished for a moment to own the stage.

Realized that I've grown too tired to rage.