I once had a book,
A book filled with my words.
Words of thought,
Words of wisdom,
Words of saddness and heartache.
Someone took that book from me,
Some who wanted to take my words...
To bend and twist the to their own needs.
Who could be so selfish?
So selfish, to steal the only memories I had left,
And claim them as their own?... heart
A book filled with my words.
Words of thought,
Words of wisdom,
Words of saddness and heartache.
Someone took that book from me,
Some who wanted to take my words...
To bend and twist the to their own needs.
Who could be so selfish?
So selfish, to steal the only memories I had left,
And claim them as their own?... heart
