PAGES (OUR STORY)
I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING, A BEAUTIFUL THING
WRITTEN FROM A THOUSAND SPRINGS, ALTHOUGH WINTER WAS CALLING
THIS BOOK OF RED WRITINGS, PASTORAL LOVE PENNINGS
IS NOW COVERED WITH INK THAT TURNS THE RED TO PINK
AND BACK TO BLACK AGAIN, THE PAGES START TO BLEND IN
NEVER WANTED TO READ IT AGAIN, BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT DEFEND
THOSE ACTIONS THAT ENDED THE TALE, A PULP PIECE OF TRASH NEVER FOR SALE
SO SAD IN MY HEART OF HEARTS, BECAUSE SILLY ME THOUGHT IT WAS A WORK OF ART
BUT I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN FROM THE START THAT NOTHING IN ME SETS ME APART
FROM ANYONE ELSE, IT'S TRUE.. YOU EVEN DENY THIS BOOK'S ABOUT YOU
YOU HAD TO MAKE IT END NO MATTER WHAT IT TOOK, BUT
TO TEAR OUT ALL THOSE PAGES IS LIKE A WASTE OF A BOOK, YEAH (X4)
OUR STORY WAS QUITE SHORT. WE BOTH HAD TO ABORT
THIS LIFE OF THE BROKEN SORT. A BOAT NEVER LEAVING PORT.
I'M LOST IN THESE PAGES WRITTEN BY BITTER SAGES
THE DEMON'S PEN RAGES TO BE FREED FROM ALL CAGES
HOW STRANGE THAT I FEEL THIS PAIN, YOUR WORDS FALL DOWN LIKE ACID RAIN
HOPES AND DREAMS RUN DOWN THE DRAIN, MY HEART FILLS UP WITH SUCH DISDAIN
YOU JUST SMILE AND WALK AWAY, IT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE ON THE FIRST DAY
I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY, THE WORDS ON THE PAGES LEAD THE WAY
I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING, A BEAUTIFUL THING
IT MADE ME WANT TO SING, BUT YOUR EARS STARTED TO RING
YOU GRABBED THE BOTTLE OF INK AND POURED IT DOWN THE SINK
BURNED MY QUILL WINGS AND SPAT ON MY PENNINGS
AN AMBUSH IN THE HALL THAT MADE ME SO APPALLED
YOU TOLD ME A DUMB TALE THAT MADE NO SENSE AT ALL
WELL, YOU JUST MADE THE CALL CAUSING MY DOWNFALL
I HOPE YOU FEEL SO TALL BECAUSE I FEEL SO VERY SMALL (X2)
OUR STORY WASN'T LONG.. IT WAS INHERENTLY WRONG.
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