Whatcha say, should we tell some stories
That we wish were more than allegories?
Since when did you decide how and if ever
I get to survive like you're the author
Crossing out the lines that beg to keep me alive
I'm not made of paper and pen
You believe it's all in your head
This book just won't seem to end
It drags on, and on, and on
Where's the part where you say sorry
And I get out with all my glory?
Cuz I've been climbing pages like they're mountains
Trying hard to fit to your surrounding Still I fall to ruin time after time
I'm not made of paper and pen
You believe it's all in your head
This book just won't seem to end
It drags on, and on, and on
This vellum screams
You write with animosity
You just can't seem to resist
Using me like this
I don't need you anymore
You helped me once, but now it hurts
That heartless look inside your eyes
When I try, and try, and try, and try
To tell you something's wrong
And I feel so alone
I think I've had enough
And I just wanna run
It was never me you loved