Unforgiven - Mark Selby

coins in my pocket, small change

turnin' over and over, over and over

two sides to every story, same thing

goin' 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round again

you made a bible of your own

wrote it down, wrote it down, set it in stone

you carved my name across your chest

now you won’t, you won’t let me forget

here i am, shoulders to the wind

on a road that may never end

but what you can’t see

what you can’t see

is i’d rather be

i’d rather be

unforgiven

dirt on my knuckles, in my fingernails

lay a penny down, down on the rails

dust in my throat, stone in my shoe

tell me when, when will i forget about you

fire and ice, livin' with the blame

we’re all gonna be ashes anyway

and what you can’t see

what you can’t see

is i’d rather be

i’d rather be

unforgiven

coins in my pocket, small change

turnin over and over, over and over

two sides to every story, same thing

goin' 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round again

what you can’t see

what you can’t see

is it’s not just me

it’s not just me who’s

unforgiven