I lost my head going for the crown And it’s quite a funny story, but I’ll never write it down They switched my blood, out with ink And wrote a book inside me, thus forcing me to read Line by line, rib by rib Improper punctuation is puncturing my skin And yeah it hurts, but not too much Cause I’ve got an ugly cover, but who are you to judge
This open book An open book Another wasted tree An open book An open book With dust to cover me I’m just an open book, that no one wants to read
I've got these hands, that I don’t want And they shake with every letter, as I scribble down my thoughts With sloppy words and sloppy form They end up on crumpled paper I throw widely on the floor. But every page, is yours to write We’re all just pointless stories, connected at the spine And by ourselves, we don’t make sense But when you put as all together, you can start to comprehend
This open book An open book Another wasted tree An open book An open book With dust to cover me I’m just an open book, that no one wants to read
This world is toying with your head Thrown on the pile to be burned like all the rest Each note's a raindrop on a page We use our music to distort the words we say Cause I think you’ll like me this way
An open book An open book Another wasted tree An open book An open book With dust to cover me I’m just another book, that you don’t want
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