It's like someone took the last 10 pages from Our book and ripped them to shreds
I was reading intently, eager to know, I was on the couch ledge
Now I'll never know how the story ends
Another book half-read, another tangling of hearts
How many times now have I searched this library, torn it apart
Looking for a copy of the same old book
With the last 10 pages complete...
And still, I look.