From the recording The Haunting of Mary Shelley

Lyrics

It’s not your story It’s not your pain These lies you feed yourself It’s not your story to tell Never knew her mother Yet her voice was always there Tracing every letter Upon that graveyard stone She learned to read She learned of loss Her mother’s fierce female words She kept them near her heart It’s not your story It’s not your pain These lies you feed yourself It’s not your story to tell If only the good doctor Had taken better care To imbue his new creation With a Mother’s Love What malice might have been misplaced What horrors may have been averted This author knew her subject well It’s not your story to tell