Unwritten Story

Well were you in the bookstore tonight
To buy something reading for you?
You don't want to fall sleep
'Cause you're afraid to dream
The writing of your bedtime story isn't yet past
I give you a second pencil to take down your life
Paint the pains to look up again
You can even choose your own way to die
There's still room on the last page for more bloody letters
So you can complete the unwritten story about your lie
I wish I could stand by you
I wish I'd have never read your diary
I wish I'd burn the pages of the last chapter