Blank Pages

I don't really know what I think of this. Just... blehhhhh. 


Like the young flower buds of spring,
like the early morning song birds sing,
like blades of grass glimmering with dew,
my heart has moved to something new.
 
As the summer petals start to grown
and the colours of rebirth begin to show,
I know now that I’m over you
and that my heart has moved to something new.
 
Ring the belles, it’s another day
pour out the thoughts of yesterday
 
With stitches down it’s spine,
my heart’s a book left to define.
Now protected from the rain,
trouble, torture, lies and pain
don’t exist, won’t exist
on its pages again.
 
Broken promises left to fall
like the trunks of trees so tall
dying, rotting and fading away
like the memories of you, today.
 
Left lying on a dusty shelf
is the wrong you’ve caused yourself,
covered in cobwebs, fading away
like the memories of you, today.
 
Ring the bells, it’s another day
pour out the thoughts of yesterday
 
With stitches down it’s spine,
my heart’s a book left to define.
Now protected from the rain,
trouble, torture, lies and pain
don’t exist, won’t exist
on it’s pages again.
 
Ring the bells, it’s another day,
these pages will be filled the proper way
 
With stitches down its spine,
my heart’s a book left to define.
Now protected from the rain,
trouble, torture, lies and pain
don’t exist, won’t exist
on its pages again.
 
Trouble, torture, lies and pain
don’t exist, won’t exist
on its pages again.