Last evening, I turned by the pages of time.
And tore out the chapters when you were mine.
I attempted to cut out the memories of you.
And paste in some new ones, far better an' true.
True.
I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts,
for the one with the caption: "Till death do us part."
I ripped at each letter an' I tore at each word.
I screamed at your memory an' nobody heard.
Nobody heard.
But your memory's determined, and chances are few,
Of my ever finding a replacement for you.
It depserately clings to the floor of my mind,
And fights for its place in the pages of time.
And tore out the chapters when you were mine.
I attempted to cut out the memories of you.
And paste in some new ones, far better an' true.
True.
I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts,
for the one with the caption: "Till death do us part."
I ripped at each letter an' I tore at each word.
I screamed at your memory an' nobody heard.
Nobody heard.
But your memory's determined, and chances are few,
Of my ever finding a replacement for you.
It depserately clings to the floor of my mind,
And fights for its place in the pages of time.