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