I'm sick of shallow endings, ones with stories soon to be forgot
Give me another story clouding up reality with thought.
And here we stand, hand in hand, but the pages will run out.
And here we try, with all our might, but we fail because of doubt.
Though our memory's will falter, and our beating hearts will fail,
use these words that drip with inspiration, thick and hard as hail.
This is a maze, this is a mystery, but really its book.
These pages light with all our history,
they could flame with just a look.
Even though we wish the pages would go on, just for forever.
The ink will run dry, and our losses we will sever.
This love won't be over, but I'll never say never.
