Books (Prod. Jaso_)

Duration

2:04

Genres

Spoken Word/Perf. Poetry

Lyrics

Now she's ripping me apart, Tore the spine from the heart, but the art is still there, cause the words on the paper, aren't removed by the tear. Like the feelings that you share, don't ever seem to fade away, although they may not be as strong when there's some fragments of them gone. But the memories will help, if you read the chapters right. Though you tore some pages out, cause it helped you sleep at night. Now your sick of sleeping in, you cannot wait any longer for a chapter to begin. Then you finally find an author, get a couple pages done. But you'll never feel complete, because she's just writing for fun. A couple stories all at once, feeling like the roughest draft, as you tell her that your done, and slowly edit out your past, and continue on your search to find a new story that lasts. But the nature of the game is that most the time they don't. In fact its hard to find a person, who will read the things you wrote. You just keep on getting passed like a letter or a note. With the creases piling up, and a damper on your hope. It's like you're Icarus she's the sun. And you're just about ready to run