One subject, one book, one name, one end

My life is a note book
Of unfinished lines
Never to be seen
By eyes other then mine

A scribbled heart there
A love song there
Maybe a Poem
Its a book, I don't care

I flip to a page
One of my past
I look at the words
The lies, they wont last

Going through my life book
I see its all the same
History's repeating itself
A fight has just one name

Counting up the pages
34 days in till the end
Looking at my words
A love letter still to send