But I’m Not lyrics
by Cocteau Twins
Sorrowful stories
I knew all they’ve shown
This b*tch too rich ever understands
And she’s always known
Things from the forest die here
But I don't
Dead forest things are offered here
But I'm not
Ourselves we’re blind
Nothing of our cries
Giving and getting it
Wishing martyrs so gratified
Things from the forest die here
But I don't
Dead forest things are offered here
But I'm not
But I’m not
But I’m not
But I’m not