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Storybook
Open up and let's begin.
Let's talk about some feelings from within.
Right from the start you went and broke my heart of all the feelings, I that I feel.
The unwritten story on how to deal.
Like a cold winter's breeze, I'll shiver and freeze.
But, I'll never be pleased.
This is a tale of endless worries, about these never ending stories.
In time, my cuts will heal. Then my heart can finally learn to feel.
All alone I live with my strife.
What's with this emptiness in my life?
I need to stop pretending, to find a means for a happy ending.
So, I guess I'll let my story be unfold.
Or, maybe I'll end it and let it go untold?
Like the cold winter's breeze, I'll shiver and freeze.
But, I'll never be pleased.
Even though I feel so lonely, I just want someone to get to know me.
To make my happy ending feel so real. Because, my heart is yours to steal.
Where's my hero to save the day?
That hero has gone and went away.
These blank pages are still left unwritten.
Filled only with emptiness and I'm not driven.
To finish my story any more.
As the blood and pages hit the floor.
Like the cold winters breeze I'll shiver and freeze.
But, I'll never be pleased.
Please save me from this ending. Take this heart that needs some mending and mold it so it can be shown.
In a story that we can call our own.
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Let's talk about some feelings from within.
Right from the start you went and broke my heart of all the feelings, I that I feel.
The unwritten story on how to deal.
Like a cold winter's breeze, I'll shiver and freeze.
But, I'll never be pleased.
This is a tale of endless worries, about these never ending stories.
In time, my cuts will heal. Then my heart can finally learn to feel.
All alone I live with my strife.
What's with this emptiness in my life?
I need to stop pretending, to find a means for a happy ending.
So, I guess I'll let my story be unfold.
Or, maybe I'll end it and let it go untold?
Like the cold winter's breeze, I'll shiver and freeze.
But, I'll never be pleased.
Even though I feel so lonely, I just want someone to get to know me.
To make my happy ending feel so real. Because, my heart is yours to steal.
Where's my hero to save the day?
That hero has gone and went away.
These blank pages are still left unwritten.
Filled only with emptiness and I'm not driven.
To finish my story any more.
As the blood and pages hit the floor.
Like the cold winters breeze I'll shiver and freeze.
But, I'll never be pleased.
Please save me from this ending. Take this heart that needs some mending and mold it so it can be shown.
In a story that we can call our own.
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Published 20th Mar 2010
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