It was never more than the surface
So that's what I sought
If the cover's torn, it's not worth it
Or that's what I thought
Whoever wrote my description
I think they misspelled
Now I'm cursed to see it from within
A story I'll never get to tell
But now I know it too well
I'll never fall in love
So I draw on all of my pages
Block out all the words
I don't care if they meant them
What they didn't hurts
This won't have a happy ending
Not even parallel
Think I'm a bit dramatic
But this twisted plot has me overwhelmed
But now I know it too well
I'll never fall in love with myself
