The heart you slipped into my book was fake,
yet made by real hands that I will eventually hold
now that you’ve manage to squandle into my story.
It’s written everyday every moment that my heart still beats
bump bum bump bum bump bum suddenly your name appears on every page…
I try to resist your temptation because I know with you there will be a climax
Yet there you are constantly, I say to myself I just won’t fall
because I know staying away from you is not an option…
I’m falling more rapidly the more I try to resist.
I know or at least I think I do, that there will be no happy ending, and yet
you insist on filling my story with what seems to lead in that direction.
You can’t possibly be all you seem and yet you still manage to seem to be.
How can I fathom all this, as a girl I dreamt of you…
Every girl has, though most have given up on finding you now.
this all leaves me to wonder am I the stupid one?
falling for the tricks of a masked man…
Men always leave, atleast in my story, so as much as you say
you will stick around and as much as I wish you would
I just can’t seem to believe it.
