as backs are turned like pages

you may never know the truth behind these lies
but only time will tell when you'll open up your eyes
im leaning in just a little bit closer so maybe you'll see
you're all i think about; you're everything to me

 

as hours pass like seconds
i sit and stare at the time
how long has it been?
and were you ever mine?

 

your words meant so much until i stopped to think it through
how could anything you've said ever be close to true?
you're just the same old story, a hopeless tragic tale
a romance, an adventure that always seems to fail

 

so when the last page is ripped out
and the ending is calm and clear
will you come back another time
i just might need you here

 

because even though i know you wouldn't stay for long
loving someone else would just feel too wrong
so i'll close this book and put it back on the shelf
reading it has only made me not trust in myself.