If my life was a book, would it sell
Would you read it from chapter one to chapter hell
Would tears from laughter fill your soul
Would you judge me for not being able to let go
Would you judge me solely on my exterior
Page one… I was innocent
Page two… I became experienced
Page three… I grew incredibly numb
Page four… Page five… Page six… and so on
Close the book, now you know what I mean
But did you know you were done after page three
Did you realize how quickly I changed
With a lick and flick of your thumb and the turn of the page
I became estranged from everything previously said
Page one… I was innocent
Page two… I became experienced
Page three… I grew incredibly numb
Page four… Page five… Page six… and so on
Sorry for squandering your time
But couldn’t you tell from the worn covers
Couldn’t you tell by the perfect pages inside
That no one’s ever been inside
So I guess after all is said and done
In page three, where I grew incredibly numb
No one cared to read further
Page seven… the transition phase
Page eight… the escape
Page nine… the break
As for page ten… I’ll get back to you when it’s written