DeviantArt-addicted

I used to write so many things I used to smile, I used to sing I used to be so very happy I used to be… And then you trapped me The piece of paper On the table A little story Of a traitor Written lines On the purest heart Written lines To lie about I was the paper You were the words You violate me So I got lost I am the memory You are the ghost I won't be treasuring Not anymore You inked the paper You inked my soul It won't get better It won't let go They will retell this story The piece of paper gonna burn to ash And we will shine in endless glory But it will never heal this painful gash