The storybook is torn
the pages are burned
the story of our lives
has been destroyed
and we are left with the ashes
of what we used to know
the smiling faces painted in our minds
look faded
and a hundred miles away
the comfort is gone
we are left standing alone
even as we cling
to each other
holding on
caught inside each others grasp
we still seem to slip
and the people we trust seem to fade
and we are losing all we had
in that little storybook
the bright pages
covered in colors
the colors in our souls
from our hearts
and from our past
so hold on to me
and I'll hold on to you
i wont let go
for you mean everything
don't forget i care
I'll read you the story
of our lives
the story
so savagely
destroyed.
**this is for my best friends, i know things are rough, and even our friendships are uncertain, but hold on**
