We'll talk about it tomorrow,
We'll talk about it tomorrow.
Day after day,
The same reply.
And I accept it.
We'll talk about it tomorrow,
Even though we're both well aware that we won't. .

Life is like a book,
But you can't go back,
And you can't skip a head.
You can turn the page,
You can twist the plot.
But you can't skip to the end.


You're the author.


*Keep writing.

'We' are not a thing.
'Us' does not exist.
I am not your 'girl,'
And I am not your 'friend.'

Don't tell her.
Never tell her that her dreams can't come true.

There's a small percent that it could happen.
small,
But it's something.

Don't tell her.
The reality she's in kinda *****,
So she made one up.

*Don't tell me.

If you say that you're fine,
But really you're shaking.
Playing it cool,
When your whole world is breaking.
Say you're all alone,
Thinking nobody cares.
I'll stick around and listen.
For you, I'll be there.

His arms are strong,
And embraces the weak.

His piercing blue eyes,
Melt anything they see.

His voice is like velvet,
Singing so soft and sweet.

And his heart is true.
He loves no one but me.

And now she's home.
Sure,
I missed her...
But now he won't be talking to me any time soon...