Open up the page and it's gone
But I still see it
Life is going counter clock
Passing me again
Love has left, but I'm still here
And we could have tried a hundred of times
But this chapter is done

You could have gone listening to love and it kept you wanting more
It's time to open up the book and let the pages go go go go
There will never be another book of us
I'll be damned if I let you keep the book of us
Never be no storytelling, they can't read the good and bad
I'm ripping off the pages, let them witness what we had
Whoa, when I thought it'd be hard to write