I find salvation on a piece of lined paper
Pathetic, isn't it?
I write and write til my hand is sore
I squeeze my thoughts out til they scream NO MORE!
Yet I continue to empty my mind
Wishing all the memories will be left behind
[by the blue ink I write on]
How I wish it would all be gone.
And I know [oh I know it so well]
After all that is written and all that is spilt
I'll crush the piece of paper up to a ball
To the waste paper basket it is called
Never to be seen or spotted again
And here you think this is the end
But NO! oh no...
It isn't so easy
I wish it was,
I yearn it, believe me
I thought it would all be erased from memory
Alas!
It all came back to me.
My salvation is still the lined paper
It serves me well, until again I remember
Those days when happiness was me
