who's that talking in my library? is that YOU..

no i wont put you out.. cause what would this place be without my muse?

nothing special, every book in here i wrote..

some im not too proud of. some i wish i could burn

so many pages i wrote, wish i could revise them..

but there's no erasing. & the best advice i got is to keep writing..

& keep living.. yeah,

& keep loving..

& when the ink dries, & when the pages turn to dust, so will i.

who's that laughing in my library? is that you?

no i wont put you out, cause what would this place be without your smile?

nothing special, but i fell in love with you boy..

you let yourself inside, with no respect for privacy..

said there's too much on my mind. and you ripped out a page.

& set that shit on flames, i quit writing..

i kept living.. & i kept loving..

& when the ink dries, & when the pages turn to dust, so will we..