My side of the story hasn't been told
you stare from the east and i stare from the west
the way you and i see the stars have never been so different and bold
we've seen the winter set in and the snow fall
but you have seen it up from a mountain and watch it lay as far as the horizon sets

Ive seen it fall down on my brothers pale skin as he grasp for his final breath
down crawls his blood on the floor like the creepy spiders crawling into your home
from the gun shot wound to his chest
where the white snow slowly turns dark red like your wine
this is my side of the story that hasn't been told
this is my side of the story that hasn't been told