You are the author of your book called life
You hold the pencil but not the knife
And you'll never find the eraser
So jst breathe n b thankful 4 all the blank paper
U can't change the start but ur now can always bend
So where will it go from here? How will u make ur story end?
You can keep wearing that frown
Or choose to not let them bring u down
They don't hold the pencil, it's you
It's up to you to let them through
It's up to you to add them to the story
And if they don't deserve it, it's ok... No need to say I'm sorry
Cause in the end it's your life not theirs
So take a bow and wipe away those tears