Testo Unwritten Story

Well were you in the bookstore tonight To buy something reading for you? You don't want to fall sleep 'Cause you're afraid to dream The writing of your bedtime story isn't yet past I give you a second pencil to take down your life Paint the pains to look up again You can even choose your own way to die There's still room on the last page for more bloody letters So you can complete the unwritten story about your lie I wish I could stand by you I wish I'd have never read your diary I wish I'd burn the pages of the last chapter