There? s nothing worse than a life
Filled with empty pages
Laid to rest with a pen that I could never use to write with
And there? s things I can? t change
And things I can? t stop
There? s things I don? t know
That I? m still uncertain about
But then there? s love
There? s nothing worse than a life
Void of any memories
Just closed eyes with nothing behind
Like a curtain drawn in front of a black sea
And there? s things I can? t change
And things I can? t stop
There? s things I don? t know
That I? m still uncertain about
But then there? s love
And I? m scared of being remembered
I? m frightened of the things we forget
I? m pleading with the morning
To hold off with the sunset?
I? m not ready yet
There? s nothing worse than a life
Filled with empty pages
Laid to rest with a pen
And I? m scared of being remembered?