Whispers down the hallway
And disapproving glances
I know what they're saying
I've used up all my chances
Truth be told I can't say
I'm pleased with what I've done
Still every story has two sides
And I'm only telling one
I'm living in a brutal brand of hell
I'm living with a story I don't tell
The tracks go back for miles
The tracks that brought me here
I've passed by a few junctions
That might have made things clear
I stay my course for reasons
Only known within my soul
Allowing the perception
That I have lost control
I'm living in a brutal brand of hell
I'm living with a story I don't tell
Living with an image
Born from choices that I've made
Regrets are mine to carry
Debts mine to be paid
And how I wish that I could just
Cut loose and soothe my soul
And find a way to freedom
From this story never told
I'm living in a brutal brand of hell
I'm living with a story I don't tell
