As rough lead grinds with paper
We don't know the end.
I've readied the eraser
that's why we can't write in pen.
I'm speaking words through the silence
I know you can hear, me.
You're so close I hear your eyelids
as you look up to see, me, cry.
The pencil writes our book,
As we figure out
Our lives share a story
and suddenly, there's no doubt
The eraser is useless
and it was from the start.
No matter how I try now
I can't rub you out from my heart.
It's time to turn a new page
It feels heavy to turn
I pause at the flick point
with disbelief that it's done.
The pencil writes our book,
As we figure out
Our lives share a story
and suddenly, there's no doubt
The eraser is useless
and it was from the start.
No matter how I try now
I can't rub you out of my heart.
I can't rub you out of my heart.
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