In your eyes, when there’s nothing can be said or done, it’s just time, and waiting for the rest to come.
It’s your story, and it’s gonna be read out loud.

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Pain and it’s pressing down on my chest. It’s a heartache and it’s a feeling that I’ll never forget, never forget.

Road rage, something that they’ll never forgive, but it’s too late, just flowers on the side of the lane.
It’s your story, and it’s gonna be read out loud.

(Chorus)

Early mornings, it’s the lonely time of the day. I hear you calling, but you’ll never lay beside me again.
It’s your story, and it’s gonna be read out loud.