All the pages that I wrote has ink spilled all over them and it is such a mess

No point in calling out for help as I know those words are lost forever

I pile and flung them out of the window before they cause me any more stress

And let any man who finds them try and put them back together

Not a single song will let me heal myself now from the memories of their light

The words keep jumping in my head to help me realize just how fickle a lonely heart can be

So I erase the words from my mind but keep them as a photograph when the day turns slowly into night

Unfortunately, I can’t breathe as easy as I used to for everyone has left and everything has gone away from me

And once those words have flown out of my pen, I don’t believe they’ll ever flow out again

Though you’d never understand how much those words meant to me as I wrote them

What has been left here in this wreck is nothing but a lasting sense of hurt, suffering and pain

Well I guess I would have to start anew for sooner I let go of those memories, the faster I would become who I am