Empty pages
I read line for line
Empty .
It tells me everything .
Run far , as far as you can tell
I write the story behind your eyes
As you stare from across the room
I grab at everything in between
In desperation
I throw your library in a fire
A concentration camp of anger
Let me re write your story .
As you kiss me
This trail of gasoline
It's everything
To be afraid
Of what they always said you couldn't be
Let me show you the way
I'll come a thousand miles
As you stare from across the room
With all the regrets and I'm sorry's
Let's make it more
Re write the story
You were always meant to be
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