I’m just a stain on your paper.
A blot of ink in your thoughts.
Scrub away my melody.
So I can leave you in the dust.
You burnt the pages.
My memory in bold.
It’s words everlasting.
But my story is still untold.
*Break away my lullaby.
Wrap me up in dreams.
Throw away my freedom.
I’m all that’s left it seems.
Your diary is missing.
I wonder who stole it.
Maybe it was me.
I wanted to keep you with me.
I wanted to mark your memories.
*Break away my lullaby.
Wrap me up in dreams.
Throw away my freedom.
I’m all that’s left it seems.
I’m sitting at a road block.
Paper in my lap.
Filled with the ink blots.
With which you have no regret.
I lift my hand,
Something sharp piercing through…
Something’s wrong…
Something’s askew.
*Break away my lullaby.
Wrap me up in dreams.
Throw away my freedom.
I’m all that’s left it seems.
My blood is black.
Thick like ink blots…
Printed in my skin.
I’ll drip away my lullaby.
Written with your soul.
Tonight it’s my story.
Time to let it unfold.
*Break away my lullaby.
Wrap me up in dreams.
Throw away my freedom.
I’m all that’s left it seems.
Break away my lullaby.
Bound to me so well.
Wrap me up in dreams.
They are all I have left.
Throw away my freedom.
It is but a stain in my past.
I’m all that’s left it seems.
Break away my lullaby.
Break away the dreams.
Break away the freedom.
I’m all that’s left it seems..